Lyrics Psycho - Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer

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