I awake ev'ry morning with the feelin'
That it is a different day
But still the strange neverending line
Line remains the same
Puked up my breakfast into the can
Why, all is starting again
And fat pigs swait my awful death
Their thoughts are poison rain
Why my face is like a cut up daisy?
I don't know - night or day?
The wheels of fate are too relentless
I can't find the right way
I can't find the right way
I can't find the right way
I can't find the right way
I can't find the right way
When I go /back and forth in my padded cell/
Again, again, again...
Arms of time took my head and crushed
My ideas to the dust
Maybe death is so close I can
I can touch it, oh yeah
But I'm still here and I'll try again
To fight against my jailors
Against the White Plastic Pillbringers
And Injection Machines
And my fist /is beating against padded walls/
Again, again, again...
I awake ev'ry morning with the feelin'...