Bill Beare - Psycho

Been out in the wasteland for so long
Some get what I say
Others take it another way
Wading through the quicksand, on and on
Some stay all the way
For some it's plainly a game to play
And some give me jip
And then there's those, so comatosed
Why have they chosen such a heavy trip?

They say I'm a psycho
A bit of a weirdo, a bit of a clot
Not so sure of what is what
Every day's a bloody sideshow
They say I've somewhat lost the plot
But I'm really not so sure if I believe 'em or not

I'm on my way to oblivion
And there's a lot at stake
So I'm gonna take every break I'm given
And sometimes I feel like givin' in
But when I hear them jeering
It makes me feel so willing
I know it's on. Could go so wrong
Any moment now, a kiss and a bow
A screaming crowd, shouting I'm the one!

Yeah, they say I'm a psycho
A bit of a weirdo, a bit of a clot
Unaware of what is
What a day for a bloody sideshow
They say I deserve all I've got
But I'm really not so sure if I believe 'em or not

Taste the wine, break the bread
See my blood. Yes, it's red
Not so sure what they said
Heal the sick, raise the dead
Yeah, I think that's what they said

And they say I'm the psycho
A bit of a weirdo, a bit of a clot
Not so sure of what is what
Roll up, see the sideshow
What a pain, quite a lot
Am I sane, Am I not?

Oh, such a psycho
Such a weirdo, such a clot
Such conviction of what is what
Sunday's always a sideshow
Would you give it all you've got?
Would you go there? I think not!
You're quite happy to stay and gain another shot
On the news, on the cross
What a loser. What a loss. Such a bloody psycho

Written by:
Bill Beare

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