Deemed Psychotic - Lyrics

Bombhead isn't coping very well

a constantly flickering TV screen

threading his skin with the passing years

transformed him into a killing machine

Hallucinations crawling out of his head

hellish toned friezes in a David Lynch light

he should be laughing like a fish out of water

plugging into the national grid

• Bombhead says

• the drugs don't work, the drugs don't work

• the drugs don't work, they just don't work

• the drugs don't work, it's the very genesis

• the drugs don't work, the drugs, they don't work

The storied machine in the bloody chapel

true tales of triumph against the odds

an electric storm brewing; glide and slide

the buzz he gets is still a little abstract

Another night of mind blowing clubbing

gaining a presence in the present

all this pain and misery, the cold light of the day

resistance would be sacrilegious

• Bombhead says

• 'cause the drugs don't work, the drugs don't work

• the drugs don't work, they just don't work

• the drugs don't work, it's the very genesis

• the drugs don't work, the drugs, they don't work

One day a fog fills the room and he is free

kinetic energy in the air

a shockheaded scarecrow moves the whole thing

almost whispering to emphasise

• Bombhead says

• That the drugs don't work, the drugs don't work

• the drugs don't work, they just don't work

• the drugs don't work, it's the very genesis

• the drugs don't work, the drugs, they don't work

• the drugs don't work, the drugs don't work

• the drugs don't work, they just don't work

• the drugs don't work, the drugs don't work

• the drugs don't work, the drugs, they don't work