Too much in the [bad word] they say
 Keep it 'till another day
 Let them have their little game
 illusion helps to keep them sane

 Let them have their little toys
 matchbox cars and mortagage joys
 exciting in their plastic place
 frozen food in a concrete maze

 You're gonna go insane
 I'm trying to save your brain

 I don't know what's happening
 My head's all torn inside
 People say I'm heavy
 They don't know what I hide

 Take a life, it's going cheap
 kill someone, no one will weep
 Freedom's yours, just pay your dues
 We just want your soul to use

 You're gonna go insane
 I'm trying to save your brain