Psycho Mafia

Spit on the streets
(Your heads and teeth)
Got nowhere to go
other than shows
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-Mafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia
Spit in the streets
(your heads and teeth)
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia