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

Psycho-Mafia

Psycho-Mafia

'cho Mafia

'cho 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