Note that I learned upon this day
We bullshit all of our time away
Thus does exist a bomb and a gun
All of earth’s creatures on the run

I go to the store and what do I see?
A whole lot of psychos just like me
People buying wine, whiskey and rum
All unaware of where they are from

Everybody is a psycho, as far as I know
Everywhere I look, everywhere I go
Everybody is a psycho it seems
All day long and in his dreams

Peering out from this place in space
Within this nearsighted human race
Fearing control by a hidden neurosis
A product of some spiritual psychosis

You must wonder, what does that mean?
Nothing is shown that is not seen
You must wonder, what does he know?
What can you expect from a psycho?

I could kill you or you could kill me
How much more insane can we be?
It just does not make sense anymore
Time to go back to the liquor store