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Political infatuation - a feeling like (?)If you look on the surface you'll find nothingLook to your mother, pension saintsThe heroes on motorcyclesThe belief in fact, not truthLoud radios unsettling my nervesAs we look back in tune to the (?) soundBelief in what? Belief in yourselfContradict yourselfIndividuality must and has got to disappearYou can sneer, bitch, and ignoreWe don't care what you think or what you needI don't know why I do the foolish things that I doI don't know why I drink so hard to escape from these movie bluesShe says, don't listen to their liesYou gotta make your feelings knownJack Nance HairTry to realizeYou gotta get that meaningGet back your fire againMake your vision knownI don't know why my brain feels broken like the earth outsideFeels like little holes come together inside of my mindShe said, don't bother with those drugs you tookSongtexteYou gotta get back on the stageJack Nance HairTry to realizeYou gotta get that meaningBack in your act againMake your feelings showOh you gotta get that feelingGet back your heart againAnd make that meaning showSo together we stand and feel stronger and braver for itYoung, free and singleLike the crack in the 45That makes the guitar snap all nightAnd in the morning it starts all over againWe aren't cartoon charactersPain is truthWe wear our bitten mouths and fingernailsWe have We have torn idealsComet Gain has torn idealsGo home and listen to your cracking needleYour records in their stained sleeves Aus Songtexte Mania