Falco
Night Flight
Psychos
They hate softies
hate sweet brothers
don't need a leader
are themselves as a song
the D.I.N.K.S. a mystery
the G.R.U.M.P.I.E.S. too hip
the P.O.S.T.I.E.S. too trendy
the M.I.L.K.I.E.S. too sick
are the new class of anarchy
have their plans
never expose themselves
fight
downtown their ups and downs
first work on the strategy< br/>You can recognize
Chorus:
P.S.Y.C.H.O.S. they gotta say yes
to another excess
P.S.Y.C.H.O.S.
the average of things is their only streÃ
P.S.Y.C.H.O.S.
they gotta say no to an average show
P.S.Y.C.H.O.
logical means it ain´t what it seems< br/>In case of loneliness
have subtle games ready.
The imagination gives wet hours
Rolex and Armani dry all wounds.
Are the new ones Class anarchy
planan high treason
but they betray themselves
when, secretly, silently and murderously
they rip you off.
For all citizens theirs
Chorus
(Sent by Peter Schinko, Linz, Austria, e-mail: Email Protected] )