text: Recording!
  Are we recording?
  I get it man
  Chris, Chris, whats up?
  Come in, were recording
  Come in!
  Lets go
  One, two, three, four
  Hey, hey!
  One man once approached me
  He wanted to know my point of view
  Psychotic neurotic statements
  Proved these thoughts I had were true
  So young I was when he stole my soul
  He switched it around so that Id play the fool
  My mind abuse, I must kill the man
  Who ruined my life by the touch of his hand
  There must be a place to go
  Where I can feel happy
  There must be a place to go
  Where all of us can feel happy
  I cant have him win another game
   the rum, hes the one to blame
  Im ready now, my time has come
  To take on this bastard one on one
  There must be a place to go
  Where I can feel happy
  There must be a place to go
  Where all of us can feel happy
  There must be a place to go
  Where I can feel happy
  There must be a place to go
  Where all of us can feel
  There must be, there must be, oh
  There must be, there must be
  There must be a place to go
  Where all of us can feel happy