Sons Of Hollister Part Time Psycho
Corpse lays deep in the ground
Gun is hidden and will never be found
Gotta move, gotta go
Gotta watch the jay leno show
Dinners waitin, wifes worried
Gotta move, gotta be in hurry
I'm a psycho, but its just a part time job
midnight rambo, day acountant, middle class brain torn apart
Killed the bastard with lead jewels in the head
newspapers writing that he's dead
Hard job, to live and kill
wife dont know, that's my thrill
But i like it, hell I do
Nothing else gets me in this mood
I'm a psycho, but its just a part time job
Midnight rambo, day acountant, middle class brain torn apart
So lock your children lock your wife
Cos im going for a ride tonight
I take my booze with a shot of blood
It makes me feel like new born god
Hard job, to live and kill
Wife dont know, that's my thrill
But I like it, hell I do
Enough bout me, how are you?
I'm a psycho, but its just a part time job
Midnight rambo, day acountant, middle class brain torn apart
So lock your children lock your wife
Cos im going for a ride tonight
