I can't see smoke hanging like a noose in the sky.. I can't see death lurking, only you and I.. We're small cogs in a big machine,. wake up son 'cos it's no dream..
All the boys and girls from round the world are gathering here today.. They're gonna' run and jump, dance and sing and play.. But you'd better think twice on the merchandise..
On the streets they're after me,. won't let me go, won't let me be.. This opression is screwing my head,. if I ain't careful I'll end up dead.. . I'm living my life ...
Junkies all around you,. Junkies everywhere.. Junkies on the corner,. Junkies in your head.. Look around fast enough,. You might see one in you.. . Look around fast enough.
Out of the frying pan, into the microwave.. I need my fill, gotta satisfy my craves.. . I missed out again, 'cus I ain't had enough,. When the tough go shoppin', the shoppin' gets tough..
It's everywhere and nowhere. Lurks in some wicked hearts. You'll know when it's ended. But not when it starts. So glamorous in the '70s. Put your gun back in its holster.
Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,. tuning our ears for the F.M. sound.. We got a million problems, we're on our way,. 44th, New York, U.S.A..
You wake up one day,. to find you've been thrown away.. You've got no energy to speak,. you're just too damn weak.. . Infected, infected,. injected misdirected..
Feel depressed, walking home,. Could have used a megaphone.. Inanimate objects getting me down,. Mechanical failures all around.. . I shot the Marshall,.
At the bottom of a deep dark lake. I drove back to yesteryear. Sometimes seen and sometimes not. I believe theres a lochness monster. . What a wicked web we weave.
How come we suffer cause your paranoid?. How come we fill that gap in your void?. How come come there's so many starving in the world?. How come a swollen belly ain't fun for boys and girls?.
Shivers running down my spine, whose blood I know it's mine ?. I'm a moving target and I can't go home.. Chased forever and a day of my choosing my own way..
Put us on a life support machine from the day we're born,. Didn't realise it was just our dawn.. By the media we've been accepted, but in reality still rejected..
Cruising down the highway,. Indianapolis bound.. The sun is out, shades are on,. But the gig still can't be found.. As we gaze out of the window,. See fields and barns float up..
Now I'm in love with the Texas Chain Saw Massacre,. I'm in love with the wolfman and his pal Dracula.. There's horror all about me, horror everywhere,.
The poor man he had no dreams. He had no vices all he had was himself. Spent his days walking around. Thinking of things to do with his time. . It's like a dream when I wake and scream.
I've got a turbocharger on my car. Without that power I wouldn't get far. . Let me take you back to when power first begun. Rubbing sticks together can't be a lot of fun.
The adrenaline flows as the shadow grows.. Footsteps clatter and my teeth chatter.. . They're here again to administer.. Heavy discipline, is everyone listening ?.
I don't wear a tie don't ask me why I feel uncomfortable in one. And I won't wear a suit cause it might take root. And I end up towing one of your lines.
You were twenty five when you split the scene,. Why did you have to go away ?. Prospects were good, you had money to burn,. But you had the curse of the 'J'..