| Song | Psycho Street |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Rumor And Sigh |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thompson | |
| A man sits down to write a letter, but instead he writes a book | |
| The book begins, Dear Sir, I don't know if you're interested, but | |
| Your wife is a whore... | |
| A man gets on a train and proceeds to take all his clothes off | |
| He begins to play with himself-and he says, | |
| In my country, this is definitely not offensive... | |
| A man pours petrol through his neighbour's letterbox and throws in a match | |
| Soon the house isengulfed in flames | |
| As the neighbors jump | |
| From the upstairs window he films the whole thing on video | |
| He plays it back to them later in hospital | |
| Things have been pretty dull | |
| At home without you, he says... | |
| A man pushes a lawnmower two hundred miles on his knees | |
| To the tomb of the unknown gardener | |
| Great One, he cries, | |
| I have done my penance | |
| I bring my offering | |
| Grant me-grant me- | |
| Pest-free roses | |
| CHORUS | |
| Psycho Street, frinedly people down on | |
| Psycho Street, good neighbours | |
| Down on Psycho Street | |
| If you need a hand, need a friend, we understand | |
| If you need a pal, we'll be there, any how | |
| Psycho Street | |
| A man stakes his neighbour's ct to the barbecue | |
| And turns on the gas | |
| now are you going to talk he says, | |
| Or am I going to have to get nasty... | |
| A man has an inflatable doll made that looks exactly like his wife | |
| He murders his wife, dissolves her body in acid, and marries the doll | |
| Three years later he leaves her | |
| For another doll... | |
| A man hands his son a brick and says, son, | |
| Throw this brick through the greenhouse next door | |
| The boy does | |
| The boy next door throws one back | |
| It hits the man on the head and mortally wounds him | |
| Ah well, he says as his lifeblood trickles away, | |
| Boys will be boys... | |
| A thoughtful woman sends her best friend a parcel | |
| Inside, it says, is a free sample | |
| Full body beauty treatment, but it really contains acids and chemicalls | |
| When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, | |
| Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred | |
| The thoughtful turns to her husband and winks, and says. | |
| Pre-emptive strike | |
| CHORUS |
| zuo ci : Thompson | |
| A man sits down to write a letter, but instead he writes a book | |
| The book begins, Dear Sir, I don' t know if you' re interested, but | |
| Your wife is a whore... | |
| A man gets on a train and proceeds to take all his clothes off | |
| He begins to play with himselfand he says, | |
| In my country, this is definitely not offensive... | |
| A man pours petrol through his neighbour' s letterbox and throws in a match | |
| Soon the house isengulfed in flames | |
| As the neighbors jump | |
| From the upstairs window he films the whole thing on video | |
| He plays it back to them later in hospital | |
| Things have been pretty dull | |
| At home without you, he says... | |
| A man pushes a lawnmower two hundred miles on his knees | |
| To the tomb of the unknown gardener | |
| Great One, he cries, | |
| I have done my penance | |
| I bring my offering | |
| Grant megrant me | |
| Pestfree roses | |
| CHORUS | |
| Psycho Street, frinedly people down on | |
| Psycho Street, good neighbours | |
| Down on Psycho Street | |
| If you need a hand, need a friend, we understand | |
| If you need a pal, we' ll be there, any how | |
| Psycho Street | |
| A man stakes his neighbour' s ct to the barbecue | |
| And turns on the gas | |
| now are you going to talk he says, | |
| Or am I going to have to get nasty... | |
| A man has an inflatable doll made that looks exactly like his wife | |
| He murders his wife, dissolves her body in acid, and marries the doll | |
| Three years later he leaves her | |
| For another doll... | |
| A man hands his son a brick and says, son, | |
| Throw this brick through the greenhouse next door | |
| The boy does | |
| The boy next door throws one back | |
| It hits the man on the head and mortally wounds him | |
| Ah well, he says as his lifeblood trickles away, | |
| Boys will be boys... | |
| A thoughtful woman sends her best friend a parcel | |
| Inside, it says, is a free sample | |
| Full body beauty treatment, but it really contains acids and chemicalls | |
| When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, | |
| Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred | |
| The thoughtful turns to her husband and winks, and says. | |
| Preemptive strike | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Thompson | |
| A man sits down to write a letter, but instead he writes a book | |
| The book begins, Dear Sir, I don' t know if you' re interested, but | |
| Your wife is a whore... | |
| A man gets on a train and proceeds to take all his clothes off | |
| He begins to play with himselfand he says, | |
| In my country, this is definitely not offensive... | |
| A man pours petrol through his neighbour' s letterbox and throws in a match | |
| Soon the house isengulfed in flames | |
| As the neighbors jump | |
| From the upstairs window he films the whole thing on video | |
| He plays it back to them later in hospital | |
| Things have been pretty dull | |
| At home without you, he says... | |
| A man pushes a lawnmower two hundred miles on his knees | |
| To the tomb of the unknown gardener | |
| Great One, he cries, | |
| I have done my penance | |
| I bring my offering | |
| Grant megrant me | |
| Pestfree roses | |
| CHORUS | |
| Psycho Street, frinedly people down on | |
| Psycho Street, good neighbours | |
| Down on Psycho Street | |
| If you need a hand, need a friend, we understand | |
| If you need a pal, we' ll be there, any how | |
| Psycho Street | |
| A man stakes his neighbour' s ct to the barbecue | |
| And turns on the gas | |
| now are you going to talk he says, | |
| Or am I going to have to get nasty... | |
| A man has an inflatable doll made that looks exactly like his wife | |
| He murders his wife, dissolves her body in acid, and marries the doll | |
| Three years later he leaves her | |
| For another doll... | |
| A man hands his son a brick and says, son, | |
| Throw this brick through the greenhouse next door | |
| The boy does | |
| The boy next door throws one back | |
| It hits the man on the head and mortally wounds him | |
| Ah well, he says as his lifeblood trickles away, | |
| Boys will be boys... | |
| A thoughtful woman sends her best friend a parcel | |
| Inside, it says, is a free sample | |
| Full body beauty treatment, but it really contains acids and chemicalls | |
| When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, | |
| Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred | |
| The thoughtful turns to her husband and winks, and says. | |
| Preemptive strike | |
| CHORUS |