Everybody's got an axe to grind in my town
They'll steal the light out of your eyes if you let them
So I just put my headphones on
Surrender to the song
Asylum

Home is like a warzone, they don't want me
Work is only worth the leisure it affords me
That's the kind of poverty
The middle class boys feel
Asylum

When I bow beneath the force imposed upon me
Feel like a dead man dragging his corpse behind him
Between the rhythm and the blues
Thе needle and the groove
Asylum