Psycho

Stick your fingers in the eyes of night Rip open the belly of Death And you'll see What is real Tear down the image of youth all around Steal the dreams fromm their minds And you'll be All their lies CHORUS Can it be what you're thought to believe It's nothing more than your mind can conceive He's out there waiting for you The psycho is ready to kill Well you're a mean one a bloody bastard son You think its all just for fun But there's no setting sun CHORUS One way all the time You can seem to get it right You never see the tunnel Or the light Spend a million just to say You're hip You got to find a way To get the thrill of your life Trip the light Trip the light fantastic Party and you'll die Someday you will die 3:am you feel that twitch again For a walk in the park It's getting late Slip through the gate The psycho jumps out from behind Sticks his knife in your Throat and you die