'cause you're on your own when the beat stops
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.

Now, Ive 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.

So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own
Then youre on your own

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 Ive jumped into space
Im in outer space.

So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own
Then youre on your own

So take me home, dont leave me alone
Im not that good, but Im not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. e. perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And well all be the same in the end
Cos then youre on your own

Then youre on your own

Writer : ALBARN, DAMON/JAMES, STEVEN ALEXANDER/COXON, GRAHAM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing