I like walking in the park 
When it gets late at night 
I move `round in the dark 
And leave when it gets light 
I sit around by day 
Tied up in chains so tight 
These crazy words of mine 
So wrong they could be 
What do I get out of this? 
I always try, I always miss 
One of these days you'll go back to your home 
You won't even notice that you are alone 
One of these days when you sit by yourself 
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else 
In the end you will submit 
It's got to hurt a little bit 

I like talking in my sleep 
When people work so hard 
They need what they can't keep 
choice that leaves them scarred 
room without a view 
Unveils the [bad word] so soon 
And when the sun goes down 
You've lost what you had 
What do I get out of this? 
I always try, I always miss 
One of these days you'll go back to your home 
You won't even notice that you are alone 
One of these days when you sit by yourself 
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else 
In the end you will submit 
It's got to hurt a little bit