I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind
I'm only passing through
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see
You'd look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream
And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep
But I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em
Take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front
Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than
An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal
But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever
And I'm getting better one forever at a time, and if
Sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
Vice-versa vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things I do
And if it rhymes, it's true. But I hate poetry
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no respect for reality
I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind
I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find
I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind
I'm only passing through
I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind
I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find
I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind
A tourist passing through
Well that was fun, goodbye
