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........