| Song | Psycho Next Door |
| Artist | Jag Panzer |
| Album | Dissident Alliance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
| Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
| Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
| Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
| Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
| Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
| The trouble is a-brewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
| Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
| Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
| Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Strap her to the chair, let's make an affair | |
| Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
| She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
| Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
| Don't we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
| Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
| Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
| Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
| So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
| Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
| Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn't give | |
| But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |
| zuo ci : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
| Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
| Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
| Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
| Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
| Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
| The trouble is abrewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
| Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
| Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
| Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Strap her to the chair, let' s make an affair | |
| Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
| She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
| Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
| Don' t we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
| Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
| Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
| Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
| So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
| Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
| Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn' t give | |
| But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |
| zuò cí : Conca, Jag Panzer | |
| Tribal was a tongue known to us well | |
| Given by a doctor, a prescription from Hell | |
| Little did he know of the growth in my brain | |
| Scratching from the inside, driving me, driving me insane | |
| Said the nymph on the wall, he has a red eye | |
| The trouble is abrewing, said the mosh is on the way | |
| Down on the bayou over toward the lily | |
| Sits a homosexual frog looking rather silly | |
| Doctor, doctor, where you gonna go | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna know | |
| Doctor, doctor, who you gonna blow | |
| Bend over please | |
| Strap her to the chair, let' s make an affair | |
| Pull the hammer of the hour to frazzle her hair | |
| She whimpers like a puppy, and her eyes out they pop | |
| Imagine my surprise when she asked me to stop | |
| Don' t we all know bout midnight, nasty Alice tries to score | |
| Take her to your dreams, knock her up in the floor | |
| Blaming is like lying, not enough going down | |
| Got her from the backside, bitch gives birth to a clown | |
| So this is my story, a story of living hell | |
| Tell it from my brain, deep inside my hell | |
| Warden blue, he beats me when his wife doesn' t give | |
| But the masochistic mother, the one who lets me live |