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Jim Reid
Got no direction
No resurection
Got no religion
No space to live in
This institution
Filled with pollution
Got no evolution
I got no solution
Well baby I get high
If you help me to get by
Baby I'm insane
I crucify my brain
Too much deceiving
Nothing to believe in
I get no reaction
And no satisfaction
No satisfaction
Don't need love
Don't need drugs
I don't need jesus
Don't need anybody
Don't need any body
But myself