Bauhaus - Kick In The Eye

And he spoke of pastures green 
I was never told why 
Each journey lasts an age 
And my throat feels dry 
It must be the lesson 
So roll the tide 

So i began the crossing 
My throat burned dry 
Searching for satori 
The kick in the eye 
I am the end of reproduction 
Given no direction 
Every care is taken 
In my rejection 

Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye 

Every care is taken 
With my rejection 
And my abduction 
To my addiction 
Every care is taken 
With my protection 
And my abduction 
From my addiction 

Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye 
Kick in the eye