State of Mind Songtext
von Dance Hall Crashers

I can′t believe the time, it's getting to be late
So crowded in the state of my mind
I can′t seem to think straight
It's hard to tell my fate anymore
So would you be so kind to tell me which direction is the door?

How will I manage to survive while I'm fighting this fiend?
Welcome to the American machine


Blame, blame it on the game
The move of the technocrat, watch him tip his hat, he′s got no name
Corporation enterprise always tries to justify the end
Only for the short term, profits will be just around the bend

How will I manage to survive while I′m fightin' this fiend?
Welcome to the American machine

Oh, I see the river red
The government, the pentagon, choose to feed the green beret instead
The streets are filled with homeless
The ignorant have nowhere to go
So tell me, where′s the medicare amidst all the nuclear show?

How will I manage to survive while I'm fighting this fiend?
Welcome to the American machine