On Your Own - Blur

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, 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.

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

R. E. Perot, 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

Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos

The sound of magic music in our brains

Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors

Says Lord, give me faith, for I’ve jumped into space

I’m in outer space.

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

R. E. Perot, 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

R. E. Perot, 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 (to end)