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