Reachin' feeling to find my way back home
I've been strugglin with who I am
For twenty eight years too long
I can't escape it, the T.V., the visions
of death, flesh, money and all
So much bombardment I feel like I'm enslaved
Whipping me when I dare to rebel.
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Woo, woo, yeah! I feel like a slave of it all- Bah da bah de ahh
The outcasts' & the nerds
The crazy nuts in the nuthouse
The homeless bums in the street
more likely know more truth than U & me.
Brains plugged into the machinery
Our hearts are so far from the real truth.
The truths seems so blurry
Please give me eyes to see.
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Woo, woo, yeah! I feel like a slave of it all.
Historians say know your history, or you're doomed to repeat it.
Yet we repeat history over and over again.
For centuries, politicians bark about bringing in a new age,
I ask when will this new age finally begin?
Music mags say the musician can save us
So we rush to empty the bins.
Musicians say we can't save ya-
This crazy cycle never ends.
I think I get the picture,
I'm posed to play these games til I'm dead & gone.
Then its too late and a new batch of contestants are born.
We keep chasin' after the latest "freedom"
New car, new job, new love
I believe the only true freedom
Rests with god above!