Not far away is a place you can go Where the music is great, but the stories gyrate The man seems OK but the longer you stay You'll begin to regret every word that you say
The evidence mounts in the back of his mind 'Till one day a black mood will seek and then find His smile is well practised, but that's where it ends This shallow veneer hides some sinister trends
Schizoid Twisted warped and paranoid Schizoid Infant brain he's insane
Schizoid Snapped and buckled and filled with hate Yeah he's a Schizoid Man
His otherwise empty life's cluttered with fears Like an overgrown minefield forgotten by years And just when you think that he's out of your head That phone call reminds you that you want him dead
His life has no meaning so he never stops Proverbial leopards just don't change their spots So close is the moment to finish the game The Schizoid Man must be beaten again