they used to put my
light out on nights
out but days in spent blazin
wont help me to navigate
ways thru their mazes
i tried god but he's
not the man i thought he was
he leaves us his jesus but
we cant be like he was
so i phoned friends
who pretend to have ears
that they lend but
they'd tend to offend
with texex they dont send
i read books and got
stuck concluding that the crooks
had taken the best stuff
and left all the rest fucked
where at, when i need to chat
who'll be there when im feeling that
i'm all lost in the tit for tat
is it all a trap
'cos i can't go back
they used to put my
light out on nights out
but waking then baking
wont help me to navigate
ways in the mazes
so i left home and i
roamed to places
round the globe
but you know where i go my
problem the same though
where at, when i need to chat
who'll be there when im feeling that
i'm all lost in the tit for tat
is it all a trap 'cos i can't go back
which geeze do i need to please
should i get down on my bende knees
just so i migth feel at ease
ya gotta help me please
no wood just trees
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