Sub-Culture
I like walking in the parkWhen it gets late at nightI move 'round in the darkAnd leave when it gets lightI sit around by dayTied up in chains so tightThese crazy words of mineSo wrong they could be rightWhat do I get out of this?I always try, I always missOne of these days you'll go back to your homeYou won't even notice that you are aloneOne of these days when you sit by yourselfYou'll realize you can't shaft without someone elseIn the end you will submitIt's got to hurt a little bit
I like talking in my sleepWhen people work so hardThey need what they can't keepA choice that leaves them scarredA room without a viewUnveils the truth so soonAnd when the sun goes downYou've lost what you hadWhat do I get out of this?I always try, I always missOne of these days you'll go back to your homeYou won't even notice that you are aloneOne of these days when you sit by yourselfYou'll realise you can't shaft without someone elseIn the end you will submitIt's got to hurt a little bit