The Radiators from Space
Walking Home Alone Again
The night reveals your soul Your soul is growing old Your destiny foretold (by the weatherman)The rain is pouring down And I’ve been wandering through the street since tenNow it’s nearly Monday and I’m walking home alone againWhat can I do when there’s nothing to doNothing to choose means nothing to loseIn the pool hall I’m no good at allCharlie is a shark and Dick knows all the tricksI’ve got to break out I’m not a childMy imagination’s running wildI’ve done it your way since I was sixNow I’m tired of dreamsI’ve gotta get my kicksI wanna have a duelI wanna play Russian RouletteI know nothing ‘bout lifeBut I’ll play it to the deathGot to get rid of my old disguiseMy imagination’s telling liesI’ve done it your way since I was sixNow I’m tired of dreams I’ve gotta get my kicks
From Letras Mania