Beasts of Bourbon - "Psycho"

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama

I'm as hungry as can be

Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama

You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head's killing

Me

I've seen my ex last night, Mama

At a dance at Miller's store

She was with that Jackie White, Mama

I killed them both, and they're buried

Under Jenkins sycamore.

Don't you think I'm psycho, Mama

You can pour me a cup

If you think I'm psycho, Mama

You better let 'em lock me up

Don't hand the dog to me, Mama

I might squeeze him too tight

And I'm as nervous as can be, Mama

So let me tell you 'bout last night

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama

Standing right by the bed

With my hands near his throat, Mama

Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama

I just killed Johnny's pup

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama

You'd better let 'em lock me up

You know the little girl next door, Mama

I think her name is Betty Clark

Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama

Why I just seen It in the park

She was sitting on a bench, Mama

Thinking of a game to play

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama

Then my mind walked away

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama

I didn't mean to break your cup

You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama

Mama, Mama why don't you get up?

Say something Mama

The Films of CIRIO H. SANTIAGO - by FRED ADELMAN (from "Critical Condition")

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