just hear us psychos gigglin'
victims wrigglin' too
come on, we've been untethered
for a slay ride together was due

inside, some folks are lollin'
we'll soon be callin', yoo-hoo
come on, we've been untethered
for a slay ride together was due

get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, just so
get ready for woe
we're tyin' up your legs so you can't go
get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, both hands
and follow our plans
we've no sense of wrong
beatles songs have us killin' our fellow man

the blood will run so rosy
they won't try to mosey and flee
we'll string 'em up together
with some straps made of leather, you see
a helter-skelter chorus
you can't ignore us, its true
come on, we've been untethered
for a slay ride together was due

its a private party at the home of sharon tate
its her life, we will be endin', cause we're filled...with hate
we'll be slayin' this throng
that were among...the A-list column's top
by the fireplace, it is right to work, we'll hop
chop chop chop

there'll be sappy squealin...nothin' matters in...our eyes
not a tear will we be blottin' as we kill...those guys
we love murderin' people, innocent and leavin' none alive
what joy that it brings
its our thing...we dismember and terrorize

just hear us psychos gigglin'
victims wrigglin' too
come on, we've been untethered
for a slay ride together was due