Blues Traveler - Psycho Joe lyrics

He took a rifle And k**ed a disciple So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace He'd drown a puppy Or shiv-shank a yuppie Just to make the voices cease Goes on a bender Then he surrenders Taken into custody So satisfying I would be lying If I didn't want to hear the plea And so we gather round Psycho Joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there? Are there any more out there? And in the weirdest way it sets him free He's finally rid of you and me Joe and his electric chair He worshiped Satan And liked Iron Maiden And now he's in the cold, cold ground For more exciting Staging and lighting Waited till the sun went down k**ed someone's daughter With the chain that they bought her What's a daddy gonna do? But the most annoyed Were the talk show tabloids Because they couldn't get an interview And so we gather round Psycho Joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there? Are there any more out there? Any more out there? You've got your heroes Caesars and Neros Men of infamy and fame Now we've got Joe Joe Have we sunk so low? Guess I've got myself to blame An eye for an eye Won't get you by Good book says that it's a sin But the ratings war Says that if we k** more Psychopaths then we will win And so we gather round Psycho Joe The quiet loners always blow Strap him in the chair And k**ing bad guys is such fun Too bad we only captured one Are there any more out there? Are there any more out there? In the weirdest way it sets him free He's finally rid of you and me Joe and his electric, Joe and his electric Joe and his electrical chair