"Psycho" lyrics
Every toy must go
You threw the TV out the window
And everybody's laughing now
You never fit in with the crowd
But you say so many things that just don't matter
It's your guitar that swings at happy hour
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
Thought you pacified the fall
How elusive was the draw
With your red boots in the clouds
Screw your head to please the crowd
When you sing so many things that just don't matter
You graze your knees, phone rings, it's happy hour
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
For every blue light hour, it felt like something is melting
It can be a movie sometimes, but not all the time
One where the plot is descending
And every extra thinks they're the main character
No one cares about the art
They just care how you got there
The story is weak and not the comic timing that you planned
Or the twist of fate is boring and the plot line goes flat
And the scripting continues that no one can explain
As they say, "This is the worst writing I have ever read"
And the big time producers, they tear your script to shreds
With grey suits and dandruff shoulders
Like sweaty man mountains carved into sculptures
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
You threw the TV out the window
And everybody's laughing now
You never fit in with the crowd
But you say so many things that just don't matter
It's your guitar that swings at happy hour
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
Thought you pacified the fall
How elusive was the draw
With your red boots in the clouds
Screw your head to please the crowd
When you sing so many things that just don't matter
You graze your knees, phone rings, it's happy hour
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
For every blue light hour, it felt like something is melting
It can be a movie sometimes, but not all the time
One where the plot is descending
And every extra thinks they're the main character
No one cares about the art
They just care how you got there
The story is weak and not the comic timing that you planned
Or the twist of fate is boring and the plot line goes flat
And the scripting continues that no one can explain
As they say, "This is the worst writing I have ever read"
And the big time producers, they tear your script to shreds
With grey suits and dandruff shoulders
Like sweaty man mountains carved into sculptures
Do you wanna get a bit high?
The look in your eye
Is saying that it's violet hour
And if we go a little too far
And never wake up
Blame it on the April showers
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Floating on a lilo
Have you ever kissed a psycho?
Could be kinda fun though
