Glad To Be Alone

Glad To Be Alone

I don't like your fucked up bunch
Of gentle fellows, my dear
I don't like the stupid people
With their well brushed hair
I don't like your well-dressed friends
When they talk about their problems
With that kind of small talk
They feel good - But they are fools

I don't like to sit beside you
In your brand new car
I don't like to show you need
Every day and night

You come into my life like someone
Being a star, but you are no one
After a few days with you
I was glad to be alone again

Glad- so glad- so glad- alone
Glad- so glad- so glad- alone

If you have to work for nothing
Or some pounds a day
Tears and sweat I had in future
Not much more to live

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