Emotional spasms

The year's gone
Bombs keep failing down
Men feel so proud
New year comes
Who's the first to die?
Hope it's not me
I'll have my time

No complaints, just emotional spasms
Body pleasure... we all need some

Love is pain when we're not loose
night we'll lose the game we've choose
Through the years we've felt the same
But it's so hard to play the game
I lose the game, you lose the game
We lose the game playing all the same
Trashed and drunk, I'll soon be dead
My life is crawling, I'm almost laid
It's just pleasure lust, pleasure lust
pleasure lust, pleasure lust
... the radio waves...