Psycho Mafia - The Fall

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