The Fall - Psycho Mafia

Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet
Nowhere to go
Won't let us in the shows



'Cos we talk about love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking 'bout love
And the Psycho-Mafia



No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won't let us in the pubs
And the city joys



Going on about love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
And the Psycho-Mafia



Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
'cho Mafia
'cho Mafia



Spitting on the streets
Shot heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead



Going on about drugs
Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-Mafia