Psyched Songtext
von Schäffer the Darklord

Like a pretty little package all wrapped in your lap
Or the scent of cinnamon that rouses you from a nap
Like the scene before your favorite movie′s ultimate scene
Or the. you hear when new IM's pop up on your screen

When you dash for last call and it isn′t too late
Like an invitation inside at the end of a date
When the bouncer steps aside and holds open the doors
When the blue text fades in at the opening of Star Wars

The best part is the waiting
So anxious that you're shaking
Savor that anticipation
Oh. My. God. You're so fucking psyched!

Like when you′re riding your bike
Over to Heather′s when you heard that you're the one that she likes
On the double! When you blow a bubble in a bubble
Make a subtle crack in Hubble′s class and not get in trouble


When a snappy cabby pulls up to the side of your curb
When you decorate a doorknob with a Do Not Disturb
When you hear... in your ear
Then you know that the part you can sing along with is near

B-b-but stop! And wait for it
Pause! Savor it
Your patience will pay off in the end and
Oh. My. God. You're so fucking psyched!

Like when they pass you the mic
And every syllable you spit is wicked, awesome, and tight
It′s so sick and ain't shit can slip or trip up your flow
Oh, no it′s like that slow and low so here we go

Wait a second, take a breath
The best hasn't come yet, but it's up next
So psyched, so psyched, you′re so psyched
Oh my god, you′re so fucking psyched, yeah

Over-hype it, don't deny it
So excited, just can′t hide it
So psyched, so psyched, you are so psyched
Oh my god, you're so fucking psyched, yeah

Oh. My. God. Yeah!


When the radio said school was cancelled for snow
When the lights go out before your favorite rock band′s show
Like the little tingle in your tongue before the first bite
Or when the clock strikes five on a Friday night, it is like

In early September when the temperature falls

Or the vibration in your pocket when your drug dealer calls
Like a mailbox full of all hand written letters
Or the crackling that kicks off all your favorite records

Like the first time you slip into a new pair of slippers
Or the sound you hear when you undo somebody else's zipper
When you fly out of JFK and your plane isn′t late
When you're holding number nine, and the deli calls eight

When you wake up late for work and learn it's Saturday morning
Or get pulled over doing eighty, but get off with a warning
When you sense a smile cracking on somebody you′ve angered
Like a season finale cliff... hanger!

The best part is the waiting
So anxious that you′re shaking
Savor that anticipation
Oh. My. God. You're so fucking psyched!

Like at the end of the night
When you recall the extra baggie that you stashed out of sight
It′s alright! You cry high as pride swells up your chest
It's like anything that makes you want to say YESSSS!

Wait a second, take a breath
The best hasn′t come yet, but it's up next
So psyched, so psyched, you′re so psyched
Oh my god, you're so fucking psyched, yeah

Over-hype it, don't deny it
So excited, just can′t hide it
So psyched, so psyched, you are so psyched
Oh my god, you′re so fucking psyched, yeah

Your heart increases its beat
You're on the edge of your seat
Delay the taste of the treat
For the payoff is sweet

Oh holy fucking Jesus goddamn fucking Christ
Oh my fuck you can′t believe it you are so fucking psyched yeah

You've got a date
With destiny and it′s fate
Nothing's over-rated, hey it′s gonna be great
Patience is a virtue that you appreciate
You will enjoy it more if you just wait, just wait, just wait

Time has come, now no more waiting
That thing for which you have been aching
It's so close that you can taste it
Here, just take it. Here... psyche!