Psycho - Neil Gaiman, Amanda Palmer

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