Pssyche (Live From Larry's Hideaway,Canada/1982)

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