Nutshell

We chase misprinted lies

We face the path of time

And yet I fight, and yet I fight

This battle all alone

No one to cry to, no place to call home

Ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh-ooh

My gift of self is raped

My privacy is raked

And yet I find, and yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh