Psycho Joe (Goes to the Electric Chair) Blues Traveler

He took a rifle
And killed a disciple
So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace
He'd drown a puppy
Or shiv-shank a yuppie
Just to make the voices cease
Goes on a bender
Then he surrenders
Taken into custody
So satisfying I would be lying
If I didn't want to hear the plea

And so we gather round Psycho Joe
The quiet loners always blow
Strap him in the chair
And killing bad guys is such fun
Too bad we only captured one
Are there any more out there?
Are there any more out there?
And in the weirdest way it sets him free
He's finally rid of you and me
Joe and his electric chair

He worshiped Satan
And liked Iron Maiden
And now he's in the cold, cold ground
For more exciting
Staging and lighting
Waited till the sun went down
Killed someone's daughter
With the chain that they bought her
What's a daddy gonna do?
But the most annoyed
Were the talk show tabloids
Because they couldn't get an interview