Blues Traveler - Psycho Joe (goes To The Electric Chair) lyrics

Music: bobby sheehan Lyrics: john popper He took a rifle And k**ed a disciple So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace He'd drown a puppy Or shive-shank a yuppie Just to make the voices cease Goes on a bender Then he surrenders Taken into custody So satisfying i would be lying If i didn't want to hear the plea And so we gather round psycho joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there Are there any more out there And in the weirdest way it sets him free He's finally rid of you and me Joe and his electric chair He worshiped satan And liked iron maiden And now he's in the cold cold ground For more exciting Staging and lighting We waited till the sun went down k**ed someone's daughter With the chain that they bought her What's a daddy gonna do But the most annoyed Were the talk show tabloid Because they couldn't get an interview And so we gather round psycho joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there Are there any more out there Any more out there? You've got your heroes Ceasars and neros Men of infamy and fame Now we've got jo jo Have we sunk so low Guess i've got myself to blame An eye for an eye Won't get you by Good book says that it's a sin But the ratings war Says that if we k** more Psychopaths then we will win And so we gather round psycho joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there Are there any more out there And in the weirdest way it sets him free He's finally rid of you and me Joe and his electric, joe and his electric Joe and his electrical chair