|Guitar:||Robert Gene Ragan II|
Sometimes we feel like we have lost our identities
Another stranger keeps looking at us suspiciously
Our bodies stricken with bruises
And our arms are weak
From all the problems keeping solutions out of reach
We crumble nervously
In need of surgery
A new identity
Desperately seeking change
And now this fantasy
Of people they think are strange
And we try and we try to deny it
To keep from the burn and turn
And we need some inspiration to keep from going crazy.
Sometimes we feel like were imprisoned with no release, locked in a taxi on
Fremont going 103
Our beds are made at home but we don't get any sleep.
We feel like zombies feeding our excessive needs
Sometimes they're chemical
Mostly they're sexual
But never logical
These patterns are hard to change
And all this flattery
Distorts our sanity
We act neurotically
Old habits are hard to break.
And we try and we try to deny it, to keep from the burn and turn.
We need some inspiration to keep from going crazy.
And we're lost in translation without a place to be
And we try and we try to deny it to keep from the burn and turn
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