Nowhere To Go

I get tired of being pushed around
Trampled to the ground
Every time somebody comes to town
I get tired of policemen on the prowl
Looking in my bowel
Every times somebody’s getting high
Nowhere to go
There’s no place to hide myself
Nowhere I know that they don’t know
And I know it
I get tired of being Beatle Jeff
Talking to the deaf
Every time some whistle’s getting blown
Nowhere to go
There’s nowhere to hide myself
Nowhere I know that they don’t know
And I know it
I get tired of being Beatle Ted
Talking to the dead
Every time somebody’s getting blown