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........