Blur - On Your Own Lyrics
Holy man tiptoed his way across the gangesThe sound of magic music in his earsVideoed by a bus load of touristsShiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.Now, Ive got a funny feeling which I bought mail orderFrom a man in a tee-pee, california.He said he once was the great game show performerThen he blew all his money away,Blew it all away.So take me home, dont leave me aloneIm not that good, but Im not that badNo psycho killer, hooligan geurillaI dream to riot, oh you should try itR. e. perot, get gold card soulMy joy of life is on a rollAnd well all be the same in the endCos then youre on your ownThen youre on your ownWell, we all go happy day glow in the discoThe sound of magic music in our brainsSomeone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrorsSays lord, give me time, for Ive jumped into spaceIm in outer space.So take me home, dont leave me aloneIm not that good, but Im not that badNo psycho killer, hooligan geurillaI dream to riot, oh you should try itR. e. perot, get gold card soulMy joy of life is on a rollAnd well all be the same in the endCos then youre on your ownThen youre on your ownSo take me home, dont leave me aloneIm not that good, but Im not that badNo psycho killer, hooligan guerillaI dream to riot, oh you should try itR. e. perot, get gold card soulMy joy of life is on a rollAnd well all be the same in the endCos then youre on your ownThen youre on your own
