Psycho-mafia - Fall

Spit on the streets
Your heads and teeth
Got nowhere to go
other than shows

Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-Mafia

No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs

Could never love
And the Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia

Psycho-Mafia
Psycho-Mafia
'Cho Mafia
'Cho Mafia

Spit in the streets
Your heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead

Going on about drugs
Psycho-Mafia
Could never love
Psycho-Mafia