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 ten
Now it’s nearly Monday and I’m walking home alone again
What can I do when there’s nothing to do
Nothing to choose means nothing to lose
In the pool hall I’m no good at all

Charlie is a shark and Dick knows all the tricks
I’ve got to break out I’m not a child
My imagination’s running wild
I’ve done it your way since I was six
Now I’m tired of dreams
I’ve gotta get my kicks

I wanna have a duel
I wanna play Russian Roulette
I know nothing ‘bout life
But I’ll play it to the death

Got to get rid of my old disguise
My imagination’s telling lies
I’ve done it your way since I was six
Now I’m tired of dreams
I’ve gotta get my kicks