Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Andy Prieboy
Psycho ex (Psycho ex)
Psycho ex (Psycho psycho ex)
Raising hell inside a phone booth (Psycho psycho psycho ex)
Making idle psycho threats
She's coming by to kill you
It only shows (It only )
How fragile was her soul (How fragile was her soul)
She'll kill you (She's psycho) (Kill you)
Kill you (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya kill ya kill ya and she'll never let you go (Never let you go)
Though you said goodbye
And you told her "Hit the road" (See ya sayonara)
Hey it's been swell but I
I gotta go I might call you tomorrow
Late at night they dial us
Beguile us with violence
With violins they cry to us
In a hostile futile infantile juvenile suicidal melancholy way
Who broke in your home at four am fucked up on Bud and valium
Valium valium fucked up on Bud and valium
Bud and valium valium and Bud
Stewed on brewskies out for blood
It's your psycho ex (Psycho ex)
Psycho ex (Psycho psycho ex)
Every night your phone is ringing (Psycho psycho psycho ex)
She's a sack of broken eggs
No one hears you screaming (No one hears you screaming)
It only shows (How tenuous the hold)
How fragile was her
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya (Psycho) (Kill you)
She'll kill ya
She'll kill ya
She'll never ever let you