Stop It You're Killing Me (Live At The Town & Country, Leeds/ 1994)

The world is f**ked

And so am I

Maybe it's the other way 'round

I can't seem to decide

Domestic refugees

Sink in the same boat as me

We suffer alone

And these days I don't wanna go home

Idiot psychology promising equality

So where is the land of the free?

Stop it, you're killing me

Love is for the weak

Or so you'd have me believe

The thought's killing me

No body but a head O.D.

Don't know what's worse

The loss of death

Or the gain of birth I try to understand

I can't accept just what I am

Idiot psychology promising equality

So where is the land of the free?

Stop it, you're killing me

I'm leaving on a train that's six miles down

Can't feel no pain, can't feel you now

When you drift away, I'm singing

"On my way I'm telling you"

I can hear you coming to

I can see you pushing through

Tell me can you see the

Can you feel the rain

Idiots psychology, promising equality

So where is the land of the free?

Stop it, you're killing me

Idiot psychology, promising equality

So where is the land of the free?

Stop it, you're killing me