Therapy?

Yesterday's child is not in control, not down with the rock, not down with the roll
Go, go, go on my scrawny white attack, all the kids are right, all the chicks are black
I want to be a lapsed Catholic, earn my sacred heart, full colour, high tech
Young at heart, wild inside see the world through Jackson Pollock's eyes

So bring out your dead, cos they'll never know rob them of possessions, and leave them in the snow
I see people treat people, tall [ ? ], short steeples

Painted on your daddy's arm, wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely, signing up for some Commie army

Killed someone at thirteen, endless psychology
ODd on Sunny D, endless psychology

You think you're hard, you think you're metal, cut your nipple, Red Cross medal
Out of speed, out of breath, stop now before you think yourself to death

Painted on your daddy's arm, wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely, signing up for some Commie army

Killed someone at thirteen, endless psychology
ODd on Sunny D, endless psychology

Painted on your daddy's arm, wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely, signing up for some Commie army

And you've only got yourself to blame, join the gallery, the kids from Shame
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely, signing up for some Commie army

Killed someone at thirteen, endless psychology
ODd on Sunny D, endless psychology

Endless psychology, endless psychology
Endless psychology, endless psychology