I awake ev'ry morning with the feelin' That it is a different day But still the strange neverending line Line remains the same Puked up my breakfast into the can Why, all is starting again And fat pigs swait my awful death Their thoughts are poison rain Why my face is like a cut up daisy? I don't know - night or day? The wheels of fate are too relentless I can't find the right way I can't find the right way I can't find the right way I can't find the right way I can't find the right way
When I go /back and forth in my padded cell/ Again, again, again...
Arms of time took my head and crushed My ideas to the dust Maybe death is so close I can I can touch it, oh yeah But I'm still here and I'll try again To fight against my jailors Against the White Plastic Pillbringers And Injection Machines
And my fist /is beating against padded walls/ Again, again, again...
I awake ev'ry morning with the feelin'... |
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