They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they dont give you any choice Cause they think that its treason So you had better do as you are told I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I want to make them wish theyd never seen me Some of my friends sit around every evening And they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference And the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut up, they dont wanna hear about it Its only inches on the reel-to-reel And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools Tryin to anaesthetise the way that you feel
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 20:07:48 +0000
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