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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 Screams. . . of agony Personal profanity There's too much pain for you Back in the East Masochism was never his release If daddy's friends wouldn't find you Would you take advice from me? My friend, I hope you're of the same mind Which highway will it be? Crying. . . insanity Ruthless in infamy Walls of cities closing in Choking the life from you Sadistic behemoths surround you, it's true If Camelot were really so fair Why can't you place yourself there And defy the predetermined plan? If it stifles you here by the sea You should take some advice from me And go. . . go west, young man Posting borders around your psyche Haven't you learned yet Like attracts to like If you're of a different mind Then maybe you need to unwind If Camelot were really so fair Why can't you place yourself there And defy the predetermined plan? If it stifles you here by the sea You should take some advice from me And go. . . go west, young man |