| Darkness again | 
| Sleeping upside down | 
| On a pillow of nails | 
| Push it, smile | 
| Oh, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk for a while | 
| Blinded, blinded | 
| Can’t see a door in front of me | 
| You open up, and walk all over me | 
| A sin for a bottle of gin | 
| Drunken | 
| Flowers bloom in a high fashion season | 
| It’s all over me, all over me, greed | 
| Open up in my mind | 
| Oh, so conned to be jerked back into the 50's | 
| And become some macho scum that makes me bleed | 
| Oh, why will you turn on me? | 
| Why do you smile like that? | 
| Darkness again | 
| Sleeping upside down | 
| On a pillow made of nails | 
| Mental shock | 
| Mental shock | 
| Mental shock | 
| All over me, is grief | 
| You can’t see | 
| What will you do for money? | 
| Killing time with bullets in the night | 
| Oh right, oh right | 
| What is right? | 
| to conquer? | 
| Or follow some path paved some years ago? | 
| With no hope, no hope of any life | 
| Shine, shine my bleeding heart | 
| I will dance one more time before I must go around | 
| Revision, the vision | 
| Of the cult of the ruling class that be | 
| No government, bottle up in my mind | 
| Oh so conned to be jerked back into the 50's | 
| And become some macho scum that makes me free | 
| Oh, why do you betray me? | 
| Why do you smile like that? | 
| Over the back | 
| And into a system of oppression | 
| Hurts so bad to be | 
| Expendable |