"2econd 2ight 2eer (Pittsburgh Winery)" lyrics

If there was ever a place to half consider getting a timeshare...

[*scatting*]
My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault
The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to
I'm cut from a different kind of meat
More than you can chew, hard to swallow me
Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity
How can I commit to reality, when my third eye's open and I like what I see?
Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free, yeah!

I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat
But I still move my feet
To slip out of this groove, I'm free
To row, row, row my boat over the falls
And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah

I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I didn't lose it, babe
There wasn't much to find
I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I'm only passing through
Woah, oh, oh

If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see
You'd look through illusions, and hallucinations, and lucid dream
And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep
But I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front
Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than
An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal
But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever and I'm getting better one forever at a time
And if sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die-die!

Vice-versa, vice versus virtue
Well who I am I choose through all the things I do
And if it rhymes, it's true, but I hate poetry
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
With no respect for reality

I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I didn't lose it babe
There wasn't much to find
I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I'm only passing through
Oh, oh, o-o-oh

I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
I didn't lose it babe
There wasn't much to find
I'm just a psycho, babe
Come and go out my mind
A tourist passing through
(Well that was fun, goodbye!)

Thank you