there was nothing in my head
I could have just been bombing,
or I could have been dead
Didn't know if I had children,
didn't know if I had a wife
Didn't know if I was living
So I asked my nearest neighbor,
He said, you got what I got son,
you got a dislocated, dislocated life
The media was the message,
and the message was a mess
The empty streets of chaos,
even though there was a war there
But a man with a broken plac
ard and multicolored hair
I said I can't get my head around this,
is this grief or is this strife
Pretty fragmented before my eyes
Another dislocated, dislocated life
What's the name of this country
Why, how does it keep on working
When it's obviously broken down?
Why does this pattern of destruction
And who are all these others
Who don't know wrong from right
Constantly by others out of sight
Now everything's complicated
Everything's out of whack
So I stole some strange vehicle
And I drove into the night
And tried to find the pieces
When the wheels of another century
were turnin' in another time
But now it's all gone funny,
keep screamin' in my head
So I turn and grin, try to keep my cool
But there's somethin' in my bloodstream
that I planted there in school
It's some distorted lesson
And I rip up all the pieces of my
Dislocated, dislocated life
it's a distorted lesson I can't fight
Dislocated, dislocated life
Dislocated life, yeah, yeah
Dislocated, dislocated life, yeah