The Great Obsession (Dynamic Vocal Onslaught) (Remastered)

[Intro] [Verse 1] No person likes to think he is different Bodily and mentally set apart So our drinking careers were characterized By vain attempts - right from the start Countless attempts to prove that we could do it Drink like other people, just the same The idea that someday we would control it That obsession... drove us insane! [Pre-Chorus] The persistence of this illusion... It's astonishing even now Many have chased it right up to the gates And I followed right behind them somehow [Chorus] That somehow, someday We will control and enjoy our drinking That great obsession of every abnormal drinker Many pursue it... Into insanity… Into death… [Verse 2] We LEARNED that we had to fullt concede to our innermost selves that we were… alcohlics! The delusion we were like other people HAD TO BE SMASHED The delusion we presently might be HAD TO BE SMASHED THIS IS THE FIRST STEP IN RECOVERY This is the first step in recovery The persistence of this illusion It drove us to the ground Many have chased it past the gates And never came back… were never found [Chorus] That somehow, someday We will control and enjoy our drinking That great obsession of every abnormal drinker Many pursue it... Into insanity… INTO DEATH! [Bridge] We are men and women who have lost The ability to control our drinking [Instrumental] No real alcoholic ever recovers control All of us felt at times we were regaining control But such intervals, usually brief Were inevitably followed by still less control Which led in time to pitiful… And incomprehensible... demoralisation [Pre-Final Chorus] We are convinced to a man That alcoholics of our type Are in the grip of a progressive illness Over any considerable period We get worse... Never better! [Final Chorus] That somehow, someday We will control and enjoy our drinking That great obsession of every abnormal drinker Many pursue it... Into insanity… INTO DEATH! Into insanity… INTO DEATH! [Outro] We are convinced to a man Alcoholics of our type Are in the grip... Of a progressive illness Over any considerable period We get worse... Never better.