Ah!
Ohhh!
Ohhh!

You're alone in the pack
You're feeling like you want to go home
You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going
The reason is there
You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone
Because your living a hoax
Sell us what you suss, no

Ah!

Draw your brain, a sick inspiration
Your pill illusion
And then you ??follow a transfer??
Drugstore machine to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Take part and learn

Yeah...yeah!
Yeah...yeah!
Ah!
Yeah!

If you don't know the game then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
The ??scene's a show??
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullet or carry the gun, the choice is yours

Yeah!
Yeah!

Look at the controller
And now I see 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 wouldn't like it, no

Ah!
Ah!
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Killing Joke – Pssyche Lyrics

Songwriters: COLEMAN, JEREMY / FERGUSON, PAUL / GLOVER, MARTIN / WALKER, KEVIN
Pssyche lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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