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Psychopath
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Rock
Psychopath wurde am 28. April 1972 von Red Bullet als Teil des Albums Pudding En Gisteren veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum28. April 1972
LabelRed Bullet
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM106

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Supersister
Supersister
Performer
Robert Jan Stips
Robert Jan Stips
Keyboards, Vocals, Vibraphone, Mouth Organ
R van Eck
R van Eck
Bass
Marco Vrolijk
Marco Vrolijk
Percussion, Congas
Sacha Van Geest
Sacha Van Geest
Flute, Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Jan Stips
Robert Jan Stips
Composer, Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hans van Oosterhout
Hans van Oosterhout
Producer
Jan Schuurman
Jan Schuurman
Recording Engineer, Recording Technician

Songtexte

It is not strange to be a psychopath
The world we're living in goes straight to bath
There is a reason to feel so alone
When there's every night a panther on your telephone
It's really hard today to find some truth
There's even acid in your apple juice
I don't think it's too hard to understand
There are people who don't even trust a helping hand
They prefer to drown in water in the drifting sand
Some of them have already cast their dice
They hide in alcohol or Jesus Christ
And others grew completely out of bounds
Now the festival of violence is all around
And the cry of one's despair is no more than a sound
And the cry of one's despair is no more than a sound
It is not strange to get a heart attack
Since we've got nothing like a tail to wag
All our frustrations heaping up inside
Make the Dr. Jekylls change into the Mr. Hydes
So many people feeling who can lie
There is no law that makes it justified
You cannot rise against the common herd
Cause the only thing that counts for them is yellow dirt
It's the fancy price of living in a gruesome world
You took the chance to leave the beaten track
You are unsticked it's such a strange effect
You're feeling more than just a substitute
So you better not fly too high in your selfish mood
As you know you have been born without a parachute
It is not strange to be a psychopath
The world we're living in goes straight to bath
There is a reason to feel so alone
When there's every night a panther on your telephone
It's really hard today to find some truth
There's even acid in your apple juice
I don't think it's too hard to understand
There are people who don't even trust a helping hand
They prefer to drown in water in the drifting sand
Some of them have already cast their dice
They hide in alcohol or Jesus Christ
And others grew completely out of bounds
Now the festival of violence is all around
And the cry of one's despair is no more than a sound
Written by: Robert Jan Stips
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