Spit on the streets
[Your heads and teeth]
Got nowhere to go
other than shows
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-Mafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
'cho Mafia
'cho Mafia
Spit in the streets
[your heads and teeth]
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about [bad word] Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia