‘I Find It Hard Not To Talk About It'


Weak man, scared and subservient -
How can you live with this treatment?
What happens if you question them?
Why that look of resentment?

Weak man, they're routinely shafting you
Oh, and they're laughing as they do
What can you get from being used
To so gladly suffer every bruise?

Hey hey, what do you say
To compulsory electro-convulsive therapy every day?

I simply can't forget about it
In my heart, I really want to doubt it
I don't want to broadcast or scream and shout it
But I find it hard not to talk about it

I find it hard not to talk about it

Weak man, I wonder – how will
You look back, when this is all finished
On such an unaccomplished
Back catalogue of bullshit?

Weak man, how does it affect
Your attitude to yourself
Your sleep patterns and your mental health?
In fact, do you have anything else?

Oh, man – it's less conspiracy than
Meticulously engineered masterplan

I simply can't forget about it
In my heart, I really want to doubt it
I don't want to broadcast or scream and shout it
But I find it hard not to talk about it

I find it hard not to talk about it

Take me from the street where I live
And place me in a straitjacket
Grasp my ears with crocodile clips
And plug me into the national grid!

Oh shit, it's impossible to think
When the atmosphere is this unbearably thick

I simply can't forget about it
In my heart, I really want to doubt it
I don't want to broadcast or scream and shout it
But I find it hard not to talk about it

I find it hard not to talk about it.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005