People are no better than that

Under-developed choice rat

From the source they're running away

I can still hear the best man say

Your relatively useless now your stoned

They've trained your mind to come home

You've done everything we've known

But you still got caught alone



I gotta get my mind on clear

And dice all the sick in here

Turn off the parasite jets

And Quit the torture sets

Or I'll be singing to my hermit's tune

You know it's too soon



						     



						     Thanks to Rick Leakley