I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark

And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight

These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be right


What do I get out of this
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit


I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can keep

A choice that leaves them scarred
A view without a room
Unveils the truth so soon

And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had found


What do I get out of this
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit


What do I get out of this
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt you a little bit


What do I get out of this
I always try, I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone