I get high off the sun setnI waste my time singin' love songsnI buy my lover in a magazinenshe is all I neednto get me asleep tonightnI send my screams to the dark skynI use my pain as an alibinI breath deep off of desert windncontained withinnher carriage corn fed sight(?)nncause I'm american psychopathnI'm goin' home to watch bloodbathnI can watch it on my TV screennit is all I neednto get me asleep tonightnnI like the feeling of light beernand potato skinsnso put before my nosenI get the feeling of sour creamnand razorbladesndeep inside my clothesnwearin' shoes that are too tightnand friday sunday night polyesternnamerican psychopathnoh mama yes I amneverybody knowsnnshe got a dress like a radionshe got a voice like an echonshe got shoes like cinderblocksnwith white socksnand cock fight polka-dots brightnI watch her eyes like a TV setnand she connects me to the outletnthe soft admission of cold electric into my veinsnit's like a ripe and reddening sunsetnnamerican psychopathnI'm goin' home to watch bloodbathnI can watch it on my TV screennit is all I neednto get me asleep tonightnnI'm american psychopathnoh mama yes I amnoh make me feel alright