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 worshiped 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 tabloids
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
Caesars 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