Psychodot Lyrics

I'm a psychodot on a map

In neon gravy with a raft

And my shoes are laced with a smelly taste

In my mind with an orange crate

I can't believe that all I see

Is rubberized looking back at me

Well I worry a lot about the stress I got

Like a trees disease when I cut the cheese

Psychodis, Psychodat

Psychodot – to a greasy rot

Psychodot – to a robot trot

Psychodis, Psychodat

Psychodot – I cough a lot

Psychodot – Slickry snot (on an old wretched Army cot)

I'm a psychodot on a hidden spot

When my minds tore up in a coffee pot

I dance all night when I start to bite

On some voodoo rice, by candle light

Torture me as I torture you

Jump and run with a lesbo Nun

Spill the beans, with two Koreans

Fantasize about a booby prize

Psychodis, Psychodat

Psychodot – With a Koo Koo Clock

Psychodot – With a tater tot

Psychodis, Psychodat

Psychodot – Eat some slop

Psychodot – Belly flop (on an old moldy Army cot)