On Your Own

VERSE 
 
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges 
 
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The sound of magic music in his ears 
 
B A E F#7 
Videoed by a bus load of tourists 
 
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Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. 
 
Now, I‘ve got a funny feeling which I bought mail order 
From a man in a tee-pee, California. 
He said he once was the great game show performer 
Then he blew all his money away, 
Blew it all away. 
 
CHORUS 
 
So take me home, don‘t leave me alone 
I‘m not that good, but I‘m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
I‘ll eat parole, get gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we‘ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you‘re on your own 
Then you‘re on your own 
 
VERSE 
 
Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco 
The sound of magic music in our brains 
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors 
Says Lord, give me time, for I‘ve jumped into space 
I‘m in outer space. 
 
CHORUS 
 
So take me home, don‘t leave me alone 
I‘m not that good, but I‘m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
I‘ll eat parole, get gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we‘ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you‘re on your own 
Then you‘re on your own 
 
So take me home, don‘t leave me alone 
I‘m not that good, but I‘m not that bad 
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla 
I dream to riot, oh you should try it 
I‘ll eat parole, get gold card soul 
My joy of life is on a roll 
And we‘ll all be the same in the end 
Cos then you‘re on your own 
 
Then you‘re on your own