So much meaning in so few lyrics.

Cat’s foot, iron claw,
Neurosurgeons scream for more,
At paranoia’s poison door
Twenty-first century schizoid man.

Blood rack, barbed wire,
Politicians’ funeral pyre,
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty-first century schizoid man.

Death seed, blind man’s greed,
Poets’ starving children bleed,
Nothing he’s got he really needs
Twenty-first century schizoid man.


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How Klassy got her groove back.

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