Psycho 9 - The Tear Garden

I took my customary stroll

In the mid-day sun

Got my devil diviner

Hand on my gun

Now the game’s for you

We do it for fun

Look out!

Got this itch inside my skull

Got a clip on my wings

Now I’m seeing you peripheral

Or what’s under your skin

Got a basket full of puppets

A hatful of pins

Look out!

Some folks set up a posse

In the local estate now to cripple me

Crisp at the stake

You forgot a few believers

You made a mistake

Look out!

Now they hide inside their boxes

Not a soul on the street

Except for pizzaman

Strangers

Little old me

Look out!