The Art of Self Deception Songtext
von The Silencers

Yeah
Ohhh

There′s a time for getting high
A time to be alone
Be alone
A time to wrap yourself
Round someone else
And bring it on home
You've been deceived
Oh but that wasn′t the intention
I was deceived
In a world of my own invention
Self deception ohhh


In an age of love
Kalishnikovs and
Microwave snow
Uhuh
We've got our hands
On the wheel
And our heads in the clouds
And a ticket to go
Ohh we've got a ticket to go

You′ve been deceived
Oh but that wasn′t the intention
No
You don't believe
And now now
Love′s not worth a mention
Self deception ohhh


Well how long
To trip down this ancient street
How long
To stumble in this history
Uhuh
Well there's a fool beside you
Trapped inside his sheet
A slave
A slave to his grand illusion
Well
We all believe
In a love without conception
Now
We all believe
In a love beyond convention
Maybe that′s self deception
I don't know
No
Baby now
Bring it on home
Won′t you bring it on home
Bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Baby won't you bring it on home
Won't you bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Baby won′t you bring it home
Won′t you bring it on home
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Won't you bring it on home