Fall - Psycho-mafia
Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet
Nowhere to go
Won’t let us in the shows
’cos we talk about love
And the psycho-mafia
I’m talking ’bout love
And the psycho-mafia
No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won’t let us in the pubs
And the city joys
Going on about love
And the psycho-mafia
I’m talking about love
And the psycho-mafia
Psycho-mafia
Psycho-mafia
’cho mafia
’cho mafia
Spitting on the streets
Shot heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psycho-mafia
I’m talking about love
Psycho-mafia