Psycho ©

It ain’t me

It’s society.

It’s just that things are movin’

Way to fast.

All the neon lights

Are kickin’ my ass.

Too many hours on the job.

Not enough money

Unless there’s a bank to rob.

An unhappy husband

An unhappy wife

Tear up the children

Leavin’ a life of strife.

If I lived on a mountain

Or somewhere in the bush,

I wouldn’t be so crazy --

So easy to push.

Things would be movin’ slowly

Like the sun ‘cross the sky.

Not like the fast lane

Makin’ you get high.

Morphine, Oxy, Dilaudid didn’t cut it.

The razor and the white stuff did.

Runnin’ from Money Man.

Hangin’ tryin’ to stay hid.

Keepin’ the habit goin’so

Gotta keep the bump - it - up.

Shoot it up quickly

And immediately feel the rush.