Psycho Joe Lyrics - Straight On Till Morning - Blues Traveler

He took a rifle and killed a disciple 

So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace 

He'd drown a puppy a 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 didn't want to hear the plea 

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? 

Any more out there? 

And in the weirdest way, it sets him free 

He's finally relieved 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 

We waited till the sun went down 

Killed someone's daughter, with the chain that they bought her 

What's her Daddy gonna do? 

But the most annoyed were the talk show tabloid 

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 killing bad guys, is such fun 

Too bad we only, captured one 

Are there any more out there? 

Any more out there? 

Yea eee yea 

Any more out there? 

You've got your heroes, Ceasars and Neros 

Men of infamy and fame 

Now we've got Jo Jo, 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 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? 

Any more out there? 

In the weirdest way it sets him free 

He's finally relieved you and me 

Joe and his electric, Joe and his electric 

Joe and his electrical chair