Feelings

So you don't like foreign workers
you think they'll make you get the sack
well I guess I understand you
being tortured on the rack
of fear and envy, which is worse ?
you only know how bad it hurts
you've never looked at the turmoil
of your mind's demented coils

            look at the feelings
            how they break your back
            how they storm and leave you
            with that monstrous sense of lack

And you hate the pretty women
'cause for you they don't put out
it's like you always freeze your ass off
looks like you can never make out
she ain't no good, 'cause you can't get
that sweetness, no you've never met
it's pretty bad life in a shell
priests say it's heaven, but it's hell

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Now fame is where the money is
satisfaction and fulfilment
if it's frontpage then it's real
so real it kills you in the end
'cause what's it mean to you and me ?
we just believe in what we see
but we only get a smoke-screen
serves to keep our noses clean

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10/11/1979