In the Age of Paranoia the Annoyer is upon us,
He's the hyper of hyperbole and hypochondria;
Well they say what doesn't kill us only makes us apathetic -
It's pathetic how pathetic we all are.
CHORUS:
Yeah let's get psycho... psycho... psychosomatic
I don't want to get dramatic
And you say I shouldn't get it
And I get it
But I wanna get with you.
Well I met her in the back bar in a dim and dingy lockdown,
They were neither closed nor open and that's all that I can tell;
And I told her in an instant I was positive I loved her,
But she said as she looked back she was positive as well.
CHORUS:
Oh let's get psycho... psycho... psychosomatic
I don't want to get dramatic
And you say I shouldn't get it
And I get it
But I wanna get with you.
So I'm sitting with my telly and a show that's called The Symptoms
And they're rolling the end credits but the ending never comes
Don't want to join this never never never ending story, no -
Where the variants are silent and the QR codes are schtumm.
CHORUS:
Well let's get psycho... psycho... psychosomatic
I don't want to get dramatic
And you say I shouldn't get it
And I get it
But I wanna get with you.
FADE OUT:
Psycho... psycho... psychosomatic... psycho... psycho... psychosomatic... psycho... psycho... psychosomatic... psycho... psycho... psychosomatic...
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