The Art of Self Deception

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