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Well, I didn't eat the weekendBut I put the weight back on againAnd our kid got back from MunichHe didn't like it muchHas a psyche that hadn't been synthesizedJust like machinesIt's getting like that here nowIt just goes to showI got no nerves left Monday morningAnd I think I'll cut my dick offThe trouble it got me inWent home to my slum canyonOn my way I looked upI saw turrets of Victorian wealthI saw John the ex-foxSleeping in some outside bogsThere's a silent rumbleIn the buildings of the night councilExecuting the mind controllersI drive right through the gatesSucked in my roll topsAnd I guess this just goes to showThe lie dream of the casino soulI'm a Mick Jaggar right nowIn a tongue-tied, wired stateCause Sunday morning dancingSongtexteI had an awake dreamI was in the supervision dept.Of a bigtown storeSecurity floors one to fourThey had cameras in the clothes dummies.A man came up to themHe wanted sex in the dummies eyesThen came up the cry:"Security, mobilize!"Meanwhile in the sticksProles wretch, dance in cardboard pantsAnd I guess this goes to showThe lie dream of a casino souls scene Aus Songtexte Mania