Deemed Psychotic - Lyrics

• These are the problems of the kids of today, They've all left home and run away

• Out in the fields getting high, Jaded and lost, so they want to die

• Caught in a world not of their making, They're sick and tired of all your taking

• These are the problems of the kids of today, They've all left home and run away

Compulsively dysfunctional beginnings in the street

If you love being shot at then the ghetto is a real treat

Back at home Momma cries, As Daddy pours out cheap gin lies

And no one ever tries, When the fists start to fly

• (repeat Chorus)

In the concrete bunkers of yuppie suburban hell

Where life is based on what you can afford to buy or sell

Mommy downs her little pill, Dad's mercedes zooms down the hill

And time just seems to stand still, Draining you of your will

• (repeat Chorus)

Reigning in the castles of the jet-set money land

Darling little girls and boys who never have to lift a hand

Mother's had some work done, Father's in Bermuda having fun

Disconnected to everyone, How can they think you've won?

• (repeat Chorus)