KILLING JOKE


Pssyche Lyrics

You're alone in the pack

You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life finished,but you keep on going

The reason is there

You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!

Someones got you sussed!

Dull your brain, or seek inspiration
You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer

Transorm a machine, to 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 that you're on the range

Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours

Look at the controller

A non-entity with a social degree

A middle-class hero
A rapist with your eyes on me

A preist of masturbation,a preist yeh to the nuns you f**k

You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it
No

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Songwriter(s): Martin Glover, Jeremy Coleman, Paul Ferguson, Kevin Walker
Publisher(s): E.G. Music Publr. Ltd.
Record Label(s): 1992 The copyright in this compilation is owned by Virgin Records Ltd
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