Can Mary fry some fish, Mamma
‘Cause I am hungry as can be
Oh Lordy, how I wish, Mamma
That you can keep the baby quiet
‘Cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex last night, Mamma
At a dance at Miller Store
She was with that Jackie White, Mamma
I killed ‘em both and they are buried under Jenkin’s sycamore
You think I´m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
Mamma pour me a cup
You think I´m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
You better let ‘em lock me up
Don’t make me hug that puppy Mamma
´Cause I might squeeze him too tight
Been having crazy dreams lately, Mamma
So let me tell you about last night
I woke up in Johnny’s room, Mamma
Standing right beside his bed
My hands around his throat, Mamma
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
You better let ‘em lock me up
You know that little girl, Mamma
I think her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don’t tell me that she’s dead, Mamma
‘Cause I´ve just seen her in the park
We was sitting on a bench, Mamma
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mamma
Then my mind walked away
You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
I didn’t mean to break your cup
You think I’m psycho, don’t you, Mamma
Mamma, why don’t you get up
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Angry Zeta Lyrics – Psycho