Music: bobby sheehan
Lyrics: john popper
He took a rifle
And killed a disciple
So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace
Hed drown a puppy
Or shive-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 didnt want to hear the plea
And so we gather round psycho joe
The quiet loners always blow
Strap him in the chair
And killing 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
Hes finally rid of you and me
Joe and his electric chair
He worshiped satan
And liked iron maiden
And now hes in the cold cold ground
For more exciting
Staging and lighting
We waited till the sun went down
Killed someones daughter
With the chain that they bought her
Whats a daddy gonna do
But the most annoyed
Were the talk show tabloid
Because they couldnt get an interview
And so we gather round psycho joe
The quiet loners always blow
Strap him in the chair
And killing 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?
Youve got your heroes
Ceasars and neros
Men of infamy and fame
Now weve got jo jo
Have we sunk so low
Guess Ive got myself to blame
An eye for an eye
Wont get you by
Good book says that its a sin
But the ratings war
Says that if we kill more
Psychopaths then we will win
And so we gather round psycho joe
The quiet loners always blow
Strap him in the chair
And killing 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
Hes finally rid of you and me
Joe and his electric, joe and his electric
Joe and his electrical chair
