Said I am a dream
He won't, he won't
Young sucka, green, new lawn
Sledge, hate, joy, joy, joy, son
Who is the chosen one?
Smell in the streets
Numb heads and beats
Got nowhere to go
Won't let us in the show
We never love
Psycho Mafia
I'm talkin' 'bout love
Psycho Mafia
No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won't let us in the pubs
'Cause we're shitty boys
We never love
Psycho Mafia
I'm talkin' 'bout love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho, to Mafia
Psycho, to Mafia
C-H-O Mafia
Mafia
I said I, I am a dream
Said I see a mountain
He said am I dream
Said I ain't, I ain't
I said I am to die
I said I am to die
I said I am to die
I said I am to die
I said I am to die
I said I am to die
I said I walk into my
I said I walk into my
I said I walk into my
I said I walk into my
Smell in the streets
Sore heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
We never drugs
Psycho Mafia
I'm talkin' 'bout love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psy-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Psy-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Thank you, good night
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