Little voices, they talk to me, help me to write this song 

They told me, your lazy, you got no real place of your own 

Hey don't worry, they're coming to take you away, 

The men in white....they want you. 



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one 

It's elementary, Dr Watson 

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on.... 

Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo 

Infectious, superhero 

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone 

An asylum we call home. 



I found you in this crazy world, crazy world, crazy world, I found something 

Never had, hold me, squeeze me, cos it's all I've ever wanted to do 

Theres no time, like now, they're coming to take you away..... 



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one 

It's elementary, Dr Watson 

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on.... 

Am I mad or just stupid, just stupid 

I'll cut your hair off, for cupid 

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone 

An asylum we call home. 

Everytime, you move away, it feels like, no way 

there are times, when you're away, it feels like 



You're pyshco, I'm an odd one 

It's elementary, Dr Watson 

And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on.... 

Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo 

Infectious, superhero 

Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone 

An asylum we call home. 

I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo, I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo 

I'm a pyscho........