He took a rifle   And killed a disciple   So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace   He'd drown a puppy   Or 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      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   Are there any more out there   And in the weirdest way it sets him free   He's finally rid of you and me   Joe and his electric chair      He worshipped 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 a 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   Are there any more out there   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   Are there any more out there   And in the weirdest way it sets him free   He's finally rid of you and me   Joe and his electric, Joe and his electric   Joe and his electrical chair