Psycho Control

Fuckin' (???)

We wrap the world in chains
And mother nature quite murder, murder
Though in the sky, well there's this radiation
That on the streets they call it murder, murder

When I say run
You say fire, fire
When I say burn
Burn a city

When I say psycho
You say control
Psycho, control
Psychos are in control

Run through the park at night
The darkened path hides the killer, killer
Dead on the Clyde, preparing for invasion
They (???) in the rhythm, rhythm

When I say run
You say fire, fire
When I say burn
Burn a city

When I say psycho
You say control
Psycho, control
Pyschos are in control

Burn a city
We're the fire, fire
Burn a city down
We're the fire, fire

The psycho's wake-in up
He likes the fuelers of the morning, morning
He likes to sell and by
He likes to fuckin' party
He goes ballistic without warning, warning

When I say run
You say fire, fire
When I say burn
Burn a city

When I say psycho
You say control
Psycho, control
Pyschos are in control

They are in control
They are in control
They are in control
They are in control