Tekst:
Hasker Da

Well the actual condition of my mind Is elusive as the answers that I find I keep going through transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition

Don't speak unless spoken to And then you don't say much You think you're so self-righteous But your mind is out of touch You're afraid you're afraid

Got something to say Like something to me Well just go ahead and spit it out It's all the same, you see What's that, it doesn't make sense Are you talking

She gave her little child a name A ward of welfare she became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence

Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower Somewhere in april time, they add another hour I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my

Got these little pills To curb your appetite Take a couple of these You'll be up all night I can scream, I can jump, I can shout I can tear the whole

I look at your house I wonder what goes on inside When you have to cry yourself to sleep at night Your parents fight You don't know who's wrong or right

Well I'm standing in the queue And I can't stand anymore missing you And I can't stand the pain 'cause I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set

Can't explain the way I feel It's all so clear, it's all so real Some kind of game, they're all the same Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame You