Don't you think we've had enough of this

Quit your smiling and let your anger down

I can't believe those fucked up things we say

What will ever come of us any

Way you see it

I feel the other

Makes as much sense, as Hitler's Jewish mother

Hamburg and Naples, Vienna and Rome

You called me a

Pseudo-psycho

American native

Whose living in synthetic L.A

A pseudo-psycho euro

American native

Whose living in synthetic L.A

Quiet down I need to hear you think out loud

So I can tell you what you did today

Goalie, football, and alcoholic streets of the AM/PM blues

Nevermind

(I don't mind to keep you in)

Minds colliding in visions of fame

(I see it glowing)

A super star or a falling star

Stars just the same

(I see it glowing)

Amsterdam, the Vatican City, Brussels and Madrid

You call me

Pseudo-psycho

American native

Whose living in synthetic L.A

A pseudo-psycho euro

American native

Whose dying in synthetic L.A

Now that you see it, I feel the other

Makes as much sense, as my fucked up blockhead brother

Amsterdam, the Vatican City

Brussels, Madrid and London, and Liverpool, and all of those

Pseudo-psycho

American native

Whose living in synthetic L.A

A pseudo-psycho euro

American native

Whose dying in synthetic L.A

Whose living in synthetic L.A

Who's counting in synthetic L.A

Well I felt you rushing through my time zone

With a broken glass in hand

In this town of all the greenbacks

It's all about selling