Psycho

Come here and fry some fish momma
Cos I’m as hungry as can be
Oh lord how I wish, momma
You could stop the baby crying
Cos my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, momma
She was at the dance at Miller’s store
She was with that Jackie white, momma
I killed them both and they’re buried under Jacobs sycamore
You think I’m psycho don’t you moma
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho don’t you moma
You’d better let em lock me up
Oh don’t hand me Johnny’s pup, momma
As I might squeeze him too tight
I’m having crazy dreams again, momma
So let me tell you bout last night
I woke up in Johnny’s room, momma
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, momma
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
I just killed Johnny’s pup
You think I’m psycho don’t you, momma
You’d better let em lock me up
Oh you recall that little girl momma
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh don’t tell me that she’s dead, momma
Cos I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench, momma
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, momma
Then my mind just walked away
You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho don’t you momma
Momma why don’t you get up