Teksty:
Harrison George Brainwashed

Give me that plenty of that guitar For I've been traveling on a boat and a plane In a car on a bike with a bus and a train Traveling there, traveling

your pram Brainwashed by the military Brainwashed under duress Brainwashed by the media You're brainwashed by the press Brainwashed by computer Brainwashed

Rowers gliding on the river Canadian geese crap along the bank Back wheel of my bike begins to quiver The chain is wrapped around the crank Old ladies

On the street of villains taken for a ride You can have the devil as a guide And crippled by the boundaries, programmed into guilt 'Til your nervous system

Never slept so little, never smoked so much Lost my concentration, I could even lose my touch Talking to myself, crying out loud Only I can hear me,

your pram Brainwashed by the military Brainwashed under duress Brainwashed by the media You're brainwashed by the press Brainwashed by computer Brainwashed

your pram Brainwashed by the military Brainwashed under duress Brainwashed by the media You're brainwashed by the press Brainwashed by computer Brainwashed

: Oh Lord, won't you listen in to me now Oh Love, I got to get me back to you somehow I never knew that life was loaded I'd only hung around birds and

: You fly out as your smile wears thin I sigh knowing the mess you're it And you know that you can't get away And you know that you can't hide it from