Psycho Brooks Nielsen

Can Mary fry some fish, Mama
I’m as hungry as can be
Oh Lordy how I wish, Mama
You can keep that baby quiet
‘cause my head is killing’ me

I saw my ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at Miller’s store
She was with that Jack White
I killed ‘em both
Now they’re buried under Jenkin’s city morgue

You think I’m psycho, don’t you Mama
Mama pour me a cup
You think I’m psycho, don't you Mama
You better let em lock me up

Don’t hand me Johnny’s pup, Mama
I might squeeze him too tight
I’m having crazy dreams again, Mama
Let me tell about last night

Well I woke up in Johnny’s room, Mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead