Sub-Culture — текст песни (New Order)

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
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