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
