Vice Squad
Out Of Reach
Humiliate and tortureTill I wish I were deadYou say I'm the idiotYour ignorance is blissApathy is all you preachThe strings of the puppet are out of reachIgnore it, it might go awayYour at the bottom, that's where you'll stayYou just sit around and get stonedThere's no action, you only moanHappily waving your white flagGiving your leaders the last laughLeft me at the bottomYou thought I'd work for themThought I was a jokeI got them in the endClawing from the outsideI couldn't leave my markYour inside hurts much moreThe blood's under my nailsWith ego-tripping acid punksI giggled in a cornerA funeral in '78I was the only mourner
From Letras Mania