It is not strange to be a psychopath the world we're living in goes straight above There is a reason to feel so alone when there's every night a panter on your telephone It's really hard today to find some truth there's even acid in your apple juice I don't think it's too hard to understand there are people who don't even trust a helping hand They prefer to drawn in water than in the drifting sand Some of them have already cast their dice they hide in alcohol or Jesus Christ And others grew completely out of bounds now the festival of violence is all around and the cry of one's despair is no more than a sound
It isn't strange to get a heart attack since we've got nothing like a tail to wag All our frustrations heaping up inside make the doctors Jekyll change into the Misters Hide So many people feeling hook and eyed there is no law that makes it justified You cannot rise against the common herd cause the only thing that counts for them is yellow dirt it's the fancy price of living in a gruesome world You took the chance to leave the beaten track you are unsticked, it's such a strange effect You're feeling more than just a substitute so you better not fly too high in your selfish mood as you know you have been born without a parachute.