Psycho

There once was a man named Ed
Who would not take a woman to bed
When he wanted to diddle
He would cut out the middle
And hang the rest in a shed

He rubbed some in town the wrong way
The ones who were smart stayed away
The evidence revealed
That the skin he did peel
Off the corpse before it decayed

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
But we couldn't believe
That odd Ed Gein
Was behind this ghastly scene

A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
I guess we never imagined
That this could happen
In small town Plainfield, Wisconsin

He robbed the graves of the dead
And kept a collection of heads
When his crimes were discovered
It came back to his mother
She had messed with his head

The townsfolk all were aghast
At the proof revealing Ed's past
When folks disappeared
No one ever feared
He'd wear their face as a mask

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
But we couldn't believe
That odd Ed Gein
Was behind this ghastly scene

A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
I guess we never imagined
That this could happen
In small town Plainfield, Wisconsin

There once was a man named Ed
Who liked to play with the dead
Now we suffer from shock
And keep our doors locked
For fear that we could be next

A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know
A psycho lived up the road
That many of us did know
A psycho lived up the road
But how could we not know