Straightjacket - The Angels
He comes from the wasteland
Where stone streets lead into the night
They greet him and feed him
Then shoot him down in their searchlight
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
Dressing you up in a straight jacket
Wearing his straight jacket
Taking his pay packet scars
She lies beside him and
Tells him that life's not too hard
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
Dressing you up in a straight jacket
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
Dressing you up in a straight jacket
Caught by the fear and the
Anger of all you despise
Wall in the feelin' revealing
You've learned how to die
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
Dressing you up in a straight jacket
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
Dressing you up in a straight jacket
Straight jacket
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