Quietly Alone — текст песни (Kirsty Maccoll)

Theres an old ... coming on my new tv

So I go out for a quiet drink

But it costs a packet and its such a racket

That I cant hear myself think

Theres a microchip one armed bandit with a screw loose

A stripper in the corner with a face like thunder

A terrible band playing "johnny b goode"

So Id rather go home and stay quietly alone



I get up in the morning with the radio on

I do my makeup and I go to look for work

Somebody tells me that the jobs just gone

And Ive been replaced by some computer jerk

I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can

cos a space invader stole my man

Theres a dreadful playing "johnny b goode"

So Id rather go home and stay quietly alone



Trying to keep my sanity is hard to do

Living like a hermit all alone

Find an occupation that wont deafen me

My sense of realitys gone



My temperature is getting higher and higher

And Im shaking in my jeans

cos I get so angry when Im shut in

With one of those machines

I would talk to my boyfriend but I never can

cos a space invader stole my man

And the synthesizers playing "johnny b goode"

Then Id rather go home and stay quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone

Quietly alone