"Psycho"

Bogosian: vocals

Oeffling: guitars, bass, keyboards, drums, tambourine, vocals

If ever you went outside

You would never go home

Covered in sequins

Laden with oils when you've been down

You're barely around

Should anything catch your eye

You would turn away blind

You wouldn't believe it

There's comfort in leaving some behind

You're barely on time

Shut out and shaken from the wrong crowd

You lie with a smile

You're walking for miles to skip downtown

You're barely around

Holding on the phone

You don't want to hear no one at all
Holding down the fort

You don't want to wipe your plates off

If ever you went outside

You would never confide in failing to fail

Having the time of no one's life

You're barely alive

Holding on the phone

You don't want to hear no one at all

Holding down the fort

You don't want to wipe your plates off