Lyrics:

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