song and dance

Essay text:

from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference and gets stupified I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck And all I needed was just one fuck How can you say that you don't give a fuck I find myself stupified, coming back again All I wanted was just one fuck One tiny little innocent fuck And when I feel like I'm shit out of luck I find my stupified, coming back again why, do you like playing around with My, narrow scope of reality I, can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down Why, do you like playing around with My, narrow scope of reality I, can feel it all start slipping away See but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it I get stupified It's all the same you say Live with it See but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it I get stupified All the people in the left wing rock And all the people in the right wing rock And all the people in the underground rock I find myself stupified, coming back again All the people in the high rise rock And all the people in the projects rock And all la gente in the barrio rock I find myself stupified, coming back again Why, do you like playing around with My, narrow scope of reality I, can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down Why, do you like playing around with