We were raised by a computer
We never had no mom
Top rank cut of meat, I'm your choiceI want to
(P.F. Sloan)The eastern worldIt is explodin'Violence flaring, bullets loadingYou
(Steele)You give me loveYou me everything you canYou give me
(Steele)Gimme your autographThis one's gonna be your lastGimme your autographYou
(Steele)The full moon's light broken by the blades of a
(Steele)What am I doing here?I don't knowWhere are they taking
(Steele, Natz, Blanck)They got me on the tele-screenThe Thought Police
You pass me every dayBut you never hear a word
(Randell, Charles)Lies, liesYour telling me that you'll be trueLies, liesThat's
(Steele)Walkin' down the streetThe people that I meetYou always fucking
(Steele)I'm lost in a twilight zoneAin't got no mind of
(Steele)Sometimes when things don't seem so hotI give it everything
(Blanck)I saw it in their facesI read it in the
(Steele)No vicesHow boring it would be if we hadNo vicesWhat
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