AMANDA PALMER & NEIL GAIMAN - PSYCHO

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama?

I'm as hungry as can be 

Oh lordy how I wish Mama 

You would keep the baby quiet 

cause my head is killing me 

I saw my Ex again last night, Mama 

She was at the dance at Miller's store 

She was with that Jackie White, Mama 

I killed them both and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore 

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

Pour some coffee in my cup 

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

You better let them lock me up 

Oh don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama 

Cause I might squeeze him too tight 

I'm having crazy dreams again, Mama 

so let me tell you 'bout last night 

I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama 

standing right there by his bed 

with my hands around his throat, Mama 

wishing both of us were dead 

You think I'm psycho, dont you, Mama 

 I just killed Johnny's pup 

you think I'm psycho don't you, Mama 

You ought'a let them lock me up 

You know that little girl next door, Mama 

I believe her name is Betty Clock 

Oh, don't tell that she's dead, Mama 

cause I just saw her in the park 

We was sitting on a bench, Mama 

Thinking of a game to play 

Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama 

And then my mind just walked away 

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

Didn't mean to break your cup 

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

Mama, why won't you get up?