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Dance Hall Crashers

State Of Mind

i can't believe the time - it's getting to be late,

so crowded in the state of my mind

i can't seem to think straight,

it's hard to tell my fate anymore

so would you be so kind to tell me which direction is the door?

how will i manage to survive while i'm fighting this fiend?

welcome to the american machine

blame - blame it on the game,

the move of the technocrat, watch him tip his hat, he's got no name

corporation enterprise always tries to justify the end

only for the short term, profits will be just around the bend

how will i manage to survive while i'm fighting this fiend?

welcome to the american machine

oh i see the river red,

the government, the pentagon, choose to feed the green beret instead

the streets are filled with homeless

the ignorant have nowhere to go

so tell me where's the medicare, amidst all the nuclear show?

how will i manage to survive while i'm fighting this fiend?

welcome to the american machine