| Beside every problem there s a rat under siege And broken with all the right drugs In timein depthin present tense I m cold and awfulyes I know Uptightintent on making sense We are who we are Instead of a motion there s a rest unachievable Because in a cold wind there s a laugh underneath Unspoken in all the right tongues In timein depthin present tense I m cold and awfulyes I know Uptight intent on making sense We are who we are In mind and breathin my own head I m so unpopularI know In life and deathand second chance We are who we are And half along Were slaughtered in song When left alone We were unsafe When all is done To be honestly numb is all I can be lying here Awake A mild psychosis holds my hand underneath it all A kind of ferocious old regret on its knees And groping for just the right gun |
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