(I Know From) Self Destruction Songtext
von Mick Farren

Here′s a protest from a juicehead
Winging straight up from the gutter
To the feeders and the leaders
In high offices of power
Like a pigeon from a neon
Whose wings and legs are twisted
But can soar just like an eagle
When it's got the motivation
Yeah, I know from self-destruction
It′s a matter of relationship
A private place to head for
When you've run out of ideas
Not a hole to drag the world in
But you're losing that perspective
Because I hear you′ve got a system
That kills people and leaves buildings
Is that your best idea?
A planet full of buildings?
Yeah, I know from self-destruction
Each and every time it′s lonely


So don't call me with no sunrise
Or no flowers of the fields
It′s the Mafia and the streetcar
And the rattle of a taxi
And I want to go on living
Until I feel like dying
Yeah, I know from self-destruction
It's a matter of relationship
It′s the bottom of the bottle
And it don't feel any better
If you take the whole world with you
But you′re losing that perspective
As they point the cameras at you
It don't feel any better
To leave behind a wasteland
And spreading global twilight
Will never make you godlike
I know from self-destruction
It's a very private matter
So if you want to make an exit
You′d better take up drinking
Or go and join the junkies
′Cause I ain't going with you
Bolster up your grandeur
Feed your sense of power
I like the life I′m living
Even if it's in the gutter
The city don′t take prisoners
I'll choose my time of dying
Let no man choose it for me
′Cause I know from self-destruction
Yeah, I know from self-destruction