P.S.Y. Lyrics


Here we go....

Here we go....

All I see inside my head

is (Gentle silent secret snow)

with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have
you know.

No one would believe that she was running away

she packed up her belongings and she was gone

the very next day

Nikki was in the KKK

and Lisa was a Nazi too

they both had half a brain

so together they were sane

and looked about as smart as their shoes

Now Nikki got word through the underground

that Mona was Lisa's real name

She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the
neck

That's about all she could (gain)

I'm still sleepin' in

The graveyard is weepin'

They're catching angels as they fall

I know you don't believe it

but she really should believe it

She fell in love with Lauren Bacall

(I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East
L.A.)

No one would believe that she was running away

she packed up her belongings and she was gone

the very next day

Nikki never wanted any children at all

and Terry was Courtney's little girl

she turned tricks in a white trash mall

and shot dope with Cecil at home

she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun

she held it right up to his head

his glasses fell at first

but they were followed by a burst

of fiery hot balls of lead

Time's still sleepin' in

The graveyard is weepin'

they're catching angels as they fall

I know you don't believe it

but I really should be leaving

she fell in love with Lauren Bacall

(Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove))

No one would believe that she was running away

she packed up her belongings and she was gone

the very next day