Текст песни Pssyche - Live - Killing Joke
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
till
you've
been
And
gone
because
you're
living
a
hoax!
Someones
got
you
sussed!
Dull
your
brain,
or
seek
inspiration
You
feel
illusion,
and
then
you
finally
say
transfer
Transorm
a
machine,
to
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
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
yeh
to
the
nuns
you
fuck
You'd
wipe
out
spastics
if
you
had
the
chance,
But
Jesus
wouldn't
like
it,
no
1 The Hum
2 Darkness Before Dawn
3 Requiem
4 Empire Song
5 Tabazan
6 Night Time
7 Kings & Queens
8 The Good Samaritan
9 Love Like Blood
10 Blood Sport
11 Complications
12 The Wait
13 Pssyche - Live
14 Eighties
15 Wardance
16 Adorations
17 Chessboards
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