There is a room in my old house
I don't let nobody in
It has lots of shoes not worn any more
And a lampshade made out of skin
I live in a house far out of town
Along a dusty old track
There's a big pot hole I dug at the end of my road
If your wheel goes in it will crack
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
There's no cell signal
No civilisation near
So it's my house they come to for help
I'm ready for them
They don't stand a chance
Drag em in, tie em up, give em hell
Once the screams and yells die down
Its my time again at last
That's the time I love the best
Oh why does it go so fast
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
ImaginationMachine - Psycho Thriller Lyrics
ImaginationMachine - Psycho Thriller Lyrics
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There is a room in my old house
I don't let nobody in
It has lots of shoes not worn any more
And a lampshade made out of skin
I live in a house far out of town
Along a dusty old track
There's a big pot hole I dug at the end of my road
If your wheel goes in it will crack
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
There's no cell signal
No civilisation near
So it's my house they come to for help
I'm ready for them
They don't stand a chance
Drag em in, tie em up, give em hell
Once the screams and yells die down
Its my time again at last
That's the time I love the best
Oh why does it go so fast
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
I don't let nobody in
It has lots of shoes not worn any more
And a lampshade made out of skin
I live in a house far out of town
Along a dusty old track
There's a big pot hole I dug at the end of my road
If your wheel goes in it will crack
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
There's no cell signal
No civilisation near
So it's my house they come to for help
I'm ready for them
They don't stand a chance
Drag em in, tie em up, give em hell
Once the screams and yells die down
Its my time again at last
That's the time I love the best
Oh why does it go so fast
I am a serial killer
Quite mad in the head I'm sure
My story's a psycho thriller
God help you if you end up at my door
Writer: Matt Milburn
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