Psycho Ballet Lyrics - Singles - Eric Schwartz

So 

Lately you languish 

And angstful, you anguish 

For something to sweeten your day-to-day tea 

Your examine existence is rife with resistance 

You rot on the spot like forgotten kimchi 

So in an attempt to become un-vaclempt 

You are seeking diversion to lighten your day 

Well, when youre in New York 

Theres nothing a few dorks wont do 

To renew 

Your amused point of view 

When youre viewing the psycho ballet 

If your mind is as messy 

As old Herman Hessey 

And you dont have the dough for a concert or play 

Just come meet me there down in Washington Square 

And well take in the psycho ballet, ballet 

Well take in the psycho ballet 

Well sit ourselves down on a nice afternoon 

Ill point out performers and let you lampoon 

There sure aint no dearth of galoots on this earth 

But theres some here that hail from the moon 

Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied beers 

Drunk by drunks who have drunk here for 25 years 

The comatose stoned boys and hip-hoppin homeboys 

With blasters abusing our ears 

Theres a pan-handling prophet 

Who swears hes been off it 

Since early last year or perchance yesterday 

Yes, the bullshit will fly and youll laugh til youre cryin 

When spyin the psycho ballet, ballet 

When spyin the psycho ballet 

And now pervert observing would not be complete 

Without finding something disgusting to eat 

The stonerkabob is a constant surprise 

But McDougalls too far and right before your eyes 

Youve got knishes of cardboard 

And pretzels of paste 

That the Jersey boys barf when theyre face-down and faced 

But if thats insufficient, theres peddlers proficient 

In ways of enhancing the taste 

No, there wont be no ushers 

But plenty of pushers 

To service your every weed, every day 

Though the bar isnt open 

Its dope to be dopin 

When scopin the psycho ballet, ballet 

When scopin the psycho ballet 

Ganja, ganja 

Smoke, smoke 

Ganja, ganja 

Smoke, smoke 

Ganja, ganja 

Smoke, smoke 

Ganja, ganja 

Well 

Youve got bell-bottomed beauties 

In swell-bottomed splendor 

And frat boys whove blown it for the rest of their gender 

Tickertape traitors who blew it on blow 

And resemble Garcia without all his dough 

Youve got camcording tourists 

And Jesus freak jurists 

And pud-pounding purists on pisshouse patrol 

Mohawked marauders and brain-dead skateboarders 

Who dont seem to mind running straight into poles 

Well, therell always be accolades 

For spandex on rollerblades 

And losers in Lennon shades with nothing to say 

Theres no need to go formal 

A T-shirt is normal 

When viewing the psycho ballet, ballet 

When viewing the psycho ballet 

Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats, the show aint over yet! 

Youve got guys wholl set fire to themselves for a quarter 

And girls who unshod would be eight inches shorter 

Bozos on benches who bobble their boners 

And bimbo, babe bowzers who act like their owners 

Egos who masturbate with their guitars 

And seduce teeny-boppers convinced that theyre stars 

But when the girlies are gone, they are just as alone 

And neurotic as they were before 

Aint your surest chagrin 

The asylum youre in 

Is gonna start to make sense in the scariest way 

And when the bizarreuns 

Have ceased to seem foreign 

Youll star in the psycho ballet, ballet 

Youll star in the psycho ballet