Psyanotic

Psyanotic
The cure is coming, yeah...

You wanted to know who and what I am?
I'm a killer
You can write about it in Midnight Magazine
or The National Enquirer
It's gonna be the new sensation
'Cause I was told to go to new york
Become an independent person
And my prince would come
And he would be an agent
And I would wait til thirty
Til forty
Til fifty
And I was told that to be special
One has to be fashionable
And to be fashionable
Is to be androgynous
And I am androgynous no less than David Bowie himself!
Be nice to your professor
Be nice to your agent
Be nice to your audience
Be nice Be nice Be nice
How to be free and equal
Men won't step on you anymore
Women will
so what's next?
Who wants to teach me?
Yeah, teach me, we'll go to the club

We'll dance

A fresh start to my heart
You know we can't go on like this
Hey now, what's all the fuss?
Come on, release us

We've got to be free
Got to be free

Isn't it so fashionable?
Breathe it in
We're sick of waiting
This oxygen
We're suffocating
Breathe it in
Break free
For the very first time
Revolution!

Prepare yourself
Revolution!
Prepare yourself

A fresh start to my heart
You know we can't go on like this
Hey now, what's all the fuss?
Come on, release us
We've got to be free
Got to be free



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Dekker
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