Psycho - Explora

Deserted on friday after noon

Last words hung in the air

Like faint perfume

On the night before sunday

All through the flat

Not a conscience was stirring

Just roaches and rats

And the wallpaper clung to

The kitchen with grease

While the magnets held her

Picture to the 'fridgerator-freezer

Momma’s cookin' chicken and

I’m not chokin' on a wishbone

Overblown ego’s in checkmate

Sore loser, using what the gods gave out

Lovers on earth can’t understand

I don’t fit their universal plan

I’ve been to the stars and back again

Send me no sympathy

I’m staying down

Deep in my solitude

Where i can drown

On a hot summer sunday

And here in the park

I’m laughin' on grass

Without a guitar

And the girl’s in brooklyn

Hugging all the trees

In a backyard garden

I’ll never get to see

Lovers on earth can’t understand…

On a hot summer sunday

And here in the park

I’m laughin' on grass

Without a guitar

Lovers on earth can’t understand

I don’t fit their universal plan

I’ve been to the stars and back again

Take me there