Psyche Lyrics by Nouvelle Vague
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(Killing Joke) You're alone in the pack You're feeling like you want to go home You're feeling unfinished but you keep on goingThe reason is there You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone Because your living a hoax Sell us what you sussDraw your brain, a sick inspiration Your pill illusion And then you follow a transferIf you don't know the gameThen you're still part of it Because out on the streetsIt's strange Dodge the bullet or carry the gunThe choice is yours Yeah! Yeah! Look at the controller A nazi with a social degree A middle-class hero Rapist with your eyes on me You pay some masturbation A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance But Jesus, JesusJesus wouldn't like it, no Jesus wouldn't like it, no
(Killing Joke) You're alone in the pack You're feeling like you want to go home You're feeling unfinished but you keep on goingThe reason is there You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone Because your living a hoax Sell us what you sussDraw your brain, a sick inspiration Your pill illusion And then you follow a transferIf you don't know the gameThen you're still part of it Because out on the streetsIt's strange Dodge the bullet or carry the gunThe choice is yours Yeah! Yeah! Look at the controller A nazi with a social degree A middle-class hero Rapist with your eyes on me You pay some masturbation A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance But Jesus, JesusJesus wouldn't like it, no Jesus wouldn't like it, no