(feat. Sir Alice)

(Killing Joke)


You're alone in the pack 

You're feeling like you want to go home 

You're feeling unfinished but you keep on going


The reason is there 

You'll be falling 'til your feet are gone 

Because your living a hoax 

Sell us what you suss


Draw your brain, a sick inspiration 

Your pill illusion 

And then you follow a transfer

If you don't know the game

Then you're still part of it 

Because out on the streets

It's strange 


Dodge the bullet or carry the gun

The choice is yours 


Yeah! Yeah! 


Look at the controller 

A nazi with a social degree 

A middle-class hero 

Rapist with your eyes on me 

You pay some masturbation 

A priest cheers for the nuns you fuck 

You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance 

But Jesus, Jesus

Jesus wouldn't like it, no 

Jesus wouldn't like it, no