Pssyche (Live At Larry's Hideaway)

You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished
But you keep on going

The reason is there
You won't find it 'til you've been and gone
Because you're living a hoax
Someones got you sussed, ah

Dull your brain
Or seek inspiration
You feel illusion
And then you finally say transfer

Transorm a machine
Io play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Or take part and learn

If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
To see the show

Knowing full well t
That you're on the range
Dodge the bullets
Or carry the gun, the choice is yours

Look at the controller
A Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero
Rapist with your eyes on me

A priest of masturbation
A priest, yeah, to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus wouldn't like it
No

Oh, my God
No



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Writer(s): Kevin Walker, Jeremy Coleman, Paul Ferguson, Martin Glover
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