Lyric Subculture

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 yo your home
You won t even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You ll realize you can t shaft without someopne else
In the end you will submit
It s got to hurt a little bit

I like talking in my sleep
While people work so hard
They need what they can keep
A choice that leaves them scars
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes up
You ve lost what you ve 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 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 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 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