Psychomafia

Spit on the streets
(Your heads and teeth)
Got nowhere to go
other than shows

Could never love
And the Psychomafia
I'm talking about love
Psychomafia

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
Psychomafia

Spit in the streets
(your heads and teeth)
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead

Going on about drugs
Psychomafia
Could never love
Psychomafia