Pssyche - BBC In Concert - 23rd March 1985

You're alone in the park
You're feeling like you wanna go home
You're feeling like finished
But you keep on going
The leaves are in despair
You won't find it's been that long
Because you're a living white hoax
So there's got to be sex
Tell your brain
Or seek inspiration
You feel illusion
And then you find it's a transfer
Transported the same
To play with your head
So you can stand back and watch
Or take part in it
If you don't know the game
Then you're still part of it
Because out on the streets it's strange
To see the show
Knowing full well
That you're on the right
Don't start running
Or play the game
The choice is yours
Look at the controller
The RC with the social degree
A bit of criteria
A race with the height of me
You keep the masturbation
Three stairs to an empty box
You want out but you can't
You give yourself a life, eh?