Out Of Reach — Vice Squad

Humiliate and torture Till i wish i were dead You say i'm the idiot Your ignorance is bliss

Apathy is all you preach The strings of the puppet are out of reach Ignore it, it might go away Your at the bottom, that's where you'll stay You just sit around and get stoned There's no action, you only moan Happily waving your white flag Giving your leaders the last laugh

Left me at the bottom You thought i'd work for them Thought i was a joke I got them in the end Clawing from the outside I couldn't leave my mark Your inside hurts much more The blood's under my nails

With ego-tripping acid punks I giggled in a corner A funeral in '78 I was the only mourner