God dang you! God dang you! You son of a fucking bitch! Say, love You know I'm going down The fire is at my feet My head just spins around Say, man You know it's getting hard Twenty little cops are coming And I fear they'll never stop Multiplying Dividing into more Multiplying Dividing into more Hey, now You know I've seen it before Psycho, rifle, hypnotized Power is the lord Right there Well, behind paper doors They wait, psycho, rifle, hypnotized My God, there's more Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized (Up against the wall, your motherfucker) (Who's your mother now?) (You've got your rights) (And nothing at all) Say, love What's going down? I see you cut your hair But what's with that gun? Say, babe I love it when you joke around But what's with that badge? Watch where you're pointing that gun (Up against the wall) (You, mother and father) (You chase around the head) (Well, you think this is America) Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized Psycho, rifle, power, hypnotized Psycho, rifle, power, eyes