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