Psychology Today

Lyrics by: Dege Legg

I got a schizophrenic momma
She takes me to the Circus-Zoo.
When I stare at the sun
She tells me to die
And get a Billy Ray Cyrus tattoo.

Do you have an extra copy
Of Psychology Today.
I'm so confused.
My schizophrenic momma,
She ain't into shooting straight.
No, she ain't into shooting straight.

Holographic projections
of mule intestines and psych-o-delic stains.
My schizophrenic momma shoots
The cockroach juice into her veins.

My schizophrenic momma wears a cowboy boot
And on the other foot a flip-flang shoe.
She spits at the sun, tells me die,
and get the.....(inaudible southern inflected madness)

(Chorus)

Do you know how much
It costs to go to college?
Do they take credit cards
Or maybe....

Rocket ships
Into my mind
I've been left behind
More than once
By my schizophrenic momma

Oh, man, do you have an extra copy
Of Psychology Today?
I'm so confused,
My schizophrenic momma,
She ain't into shooting straight.

Do you have an extra copy
Of Psychology Today.
If I had an issue,
I might could solve
Some of her schizophrenic puzzling ways.
Yeh, If I had issue,
I might could solve
Some of her schizophrenic puzzling ways.
Some of her schizophrenic puzzling ways.
Some of her schizophrenic puzzling ways.