Psychological Combat Zone Songtext

You say something and I say what? You say I'm not listening then you shut up If I say I'm sorry you say that's not enough You take my messages you don't tell me You spit in my food and you stew my tea I still drink it all just to spite you with disease Well some call it love babe, some call it a joke When I get home it's a psychological combat zone Supermarkets have groceries Lovers have fights Petty jealousies You want all my money but I've never got enough Well some call it love baby, some call it a joke When I get home it's a psychological combat zone I'm picking up the pieces Fending off diseases Tearing up the treaties Trying to tune my t.v. Man it's a jungle a concrete jungle Fumble tumble gonna get rumbled You'd better run if you don't wanna get done You'd better learn the truth Somebody's gonna drug you Ask you "Why? What? Where and with whom?" You've commited no crime You're going down the prison line Seige mentality won't get you nowhere You can sit on the fence, but you'll get a parking ticket Write letters of complaint, but one day you must pay Well some call it love baby, some call it a joke When I get home it's a psychological combat zone Psychological combat zone Psychological combat zone