| Song | Psycho Ball & Chain |
| Artist | The Creepshow |
| Album | Sell Your Soul (Ultimate Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She's your hellbilly Bettie Page | |
| In the flesh | |
| Lurkin' in the depths of eternal death | |
| A sip from her grail will burn you deep | |
| No purity and she never sleeps | |
| She'll chew you up and spit you out | |
| And do it again… | |
| She's a bat right outta hell | |
| She's the evil in yourself | |
| When your luck's run out | |
| You've got no one to blame | |
| She's the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She's the devil's game, | |
| Your psycho ball & chain | |
| Late at night she creeps again | |
| Clawin' at your clothes | |
| Like the perfect sin | |
| She'll knock you out with her undead eyes | |
| Your psychobilly | |
| Bride of Frankenstein | |
| She'll eat your bleeding heart | |
| And then she'll throw you away | |
| She's a bat right outta hell | |
| She's the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You've got no one to blame | |
| She's the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She's the devil's game, | |
| Your psycho ball & chain | |
| She's a bat right outta hell | |
| She's the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You've got no one to blame | |
| She's the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She's the devil's game your psycho | |
| She's the devil's game your psycho | |
| What a cryin' shame, | |
| Your psycho ball & chain |
| She' s your hellbilly Bettie Page | |
| In the flesh | |
| Lurkin' in the depths of eternal death | |
| A sip from her grail will burn you deep | |
| No purity and she never sleeps | |
| She' ll chew you up and spit you out | |
| And do it again | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your luck' s run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game, | |
| Your psycho ball chain | |
| Late at night she creeps again | |
| Clawin' at your clothes | |
| Like the perfect sin | |
| She' ll knock you out with her undead eyes | |
| Your psychobilly | |
| Bride of Frankenstein | |
| She' ll eat your bleeding heart | |
| And then she' ll throw you away | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game, | |
| Your psycho ball chain | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game your psycho | |
| She' s the devil' s game your psycho | |
| What a cryin' shame, | |
| Your psycho ball chain |
| She' s your hellbilly Bettie Page | |
| In the flesh | |
| Lurkin' in the depths of eternal death | |
| A sip from her grail will burn you deep | |
| No purity and she never sleeps | |
| She' ll chew you up and spit you out | |
| And do it again | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your luck' s run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game, | |
| Your psycho ball chain | |
| Late at night she creeps again | |
| Clawin' at your clothes | |
| Like the perfect sin | |
| She' ll knock you out with her undead eyes | |
| Your psychobilly | |
| Bride of Frankenstein | |
| She' ll eat your bleeding heart | |
| And then she' ll throw you away | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game, | |
| Your psycho ball chain | |
| She' s a bat right outta hell | |
| She' s the evil in yourself | |
| When your lucks run out | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| She' s the candy that you crave | |
| From her head down to her grave | |
| She' s the devil' s game your psycho | |
| She' s the devil' s game your psycho | |
| What a cryin' shame, | |
| Your psycho ball chain |