Pssyche (Live From Larry's Hideaway,Canada 1982)

Youre alone in the pack
Youre feeling like you want to go home
Youre feeling lifes finished
but you keep on going
The reason is there
but you wont find it till youve been and gone
Because youre living a hoax:
someones got you sussed
Dull your brain or seek inspiration
You peel illusion and then you find its a transfer
Drugs for the machine to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch or take part and learn
If you dont know the game then youre still part of it
Because out on the streets its strange to see the show
Knowing full well that youre 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, a rapist with your eyes on me
You feast on masturbation, a priest cheers to the nuns you fxxk
Youd wipe out spastics if you had the chance but Jesus wouldnt like it