Little voices, they talk to me, help me to write this song

They told me, your lazy, you got no real place of your own

Hey don't worry, they're coming to take you away,

The men in white....they want you.



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one

It's elementary, Dr Watson

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....

Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo

Infectious, superhero

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone

An asylum we call home.



I found you in this crazy world, crazy world, crazy world, I found something

Never had, hold me, squeeze me, cos it's all I've ever wanted to do

Theres no time, like now, they're coming to take you away.....



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one

It's elementary, Dr Watson

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....

Am I mad or just stupid, just stupid

I'll cut your hair off, for cupid

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone

An asylum we call home.

Everytime, you move away, it feels like, no way

there are times, when you're away, it feels like



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one

It's elementary, Dr Watson

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....

Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo

Infectious, superhero

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone

An asylum we call home.

I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo, I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo

I'm a pyscho........