Letra de Psychiatry

You just can't go to sleep until you've cleaned the kitchen
And then you spend an hour locking every door
Everything you own is in alphabetical order
You're terrified of germs and scrub your hands red raw
But now you've come for help and I shall be your saviour
'Cause I have got a name for your irrational behaviour
OCD, OCD, OCD, you have OCD
Did you turn the gas off?
Maybe you should go and see