P.s.y.(a.k.a. psychedelic, psycho jam or psychedelic jam) Lyrics

P.s.y.(a.k.a. psychedelic, psycho jam or psychedelic jam) Lyrics

Here we go

Here we go

All I see inside my head is gentle silent secret snow

With gentle walls of blinding light I'll have you know


No one would believe it she was running away

She packed up her belongings and she was gone

The very next day


Nicky was in the KKK and Lisa was a Nazi too

They both had half a brain so together they were sane

And looked about as smart as their shoe

Now Nicky got word through the underground that Mona was Lisa's real name

She bled on his dagger when he shot her in the neck

And that's about all she could gain

I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'

She packed up and turned back (?)

I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'

She fell in love with Lauren Bacall


No one would believe it she was running away

She packed up her belongings and she was gone

The very next day


Nicky never wanted any children at all

And Tammy was Nicki's little girl

She turned tricks in a white trash bar

And shot dope with six holding on

She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun

She held it right up to his head

His glasses fell to dust but they were followed by a bust

Of fiery hot balls of lead

I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'

She packed up and turned back (?)

I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'

She fell in love with Lauren Bacall


No one would believe it she was running away

She packed up her belongings and she was gone

The very next day