God dang you!
God dang you!
You son of a fucking bitch!
Say, love
You know I'm going down
The fire is at my feet
My head just spins around
Say, man
You know it's getting hard
Twenty little cops are coming
And I fear they'll never stop
Multiplying
Dividing into more
Multiplying
Dividing into more
Hey, now
You know I've seen it before
Psycho, rifle, hypnotized
Power is the lord
Right there
Well, behind paper doors
They wait, psycho, rifle, hypnotized
My God, there's more
Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized
Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized
(Up against the wall, your motherfucker)
(Who's your mother now?)
(You've got your rights)
(And nothing at all)
Say, love
What's going down?
I see you cut your hair
But what's with that gun?
Say, babe
I love it when you joke around
But what's with that badge?
Watch where you're pointing that gun
(Up against the wall)
(You, mother and father)
(You chase around the head)
(Well, you think this is America)
Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized
Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized
Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized
Psycho, rifle, power, eyes
