Econoline Crush Lyrics
"Pssyche"

You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going
The reason is there
You won't find it 'till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax
Someones got you sussed!

Pssyche!
Ha!
Pssyche!

Tell your brain: "seek inspiration."
You feel illusion, but then you fall into transfer
Transform machine to play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Take part and burn!

Pssyche!
Ha!
Pssyche!

Pssyche!
Ha!
Pssyche!
Ha!

If you don't know the game, then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange to show
Knowing full well that you're on the range
Dodge the bullets or carry the gun, the choice is yours!

Ha!
Pssyche!
Ha!

Look at the controller, a Nazi with a social degree
A middle-class hero—rapist—with your eyes on me
You feast on masturbation
Preach yes to the nuns you fuck
You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance
But Jesus would like it? No!

Pssyche!
Ha!

You lied to me! You lied to me! You lied to me!
You lied to me, you're fucked!