psychic xombies Songtext
von Jim Infantino

Psychic xombies in our midst
Telepathic anarchists
They got that goo up in their head
Psychic xombies, post-human dread

Ain′t got no mama, ain't got no pa
Ain′t got no money, ain't got no law
They're telepathic anarchists
Psychic xombies in our midst


She might be dozing
She might be blind
Commanding robots
With her mind
She got that goo up in her head
Psychic xombies, post-human dread

I′m only human, flesh and bone
They lure our children away from home
And then humanity will all be dead
Or have that goo up in our head

Psychic xombies