The Rebel On His Own Tonight

In the taxi queue they kicked the shit out of you
All that you stood for is all that they hoped for
Smashed in the back seat you tried to hold onto that
but there's a pain waiting back in your council flat
The rebel's on his own tonight
The rebel's all alone tonight
On the classroom page
you scribbled all your rage
Syd Barrett chord change
Tyra McKenzie's name
Nights in the Manaquee, dancin' to Britney
Wishin' your hometown wasn't so shitty
The rebel's on his own tonight
The rebel's all alone tonight
Dreaming you are Stephen King
You are steamin', you are watching The Wicker Man
Marx and Engels and Kathy Agger
Hide your face inside your parka
The rebel's on his own tonight
The rebel's all alone tonight
Pure as vodka, pure as snow, she kisses like he's a terrorist act.
"Everything's about ghost, you know," she said, and dressed, and packed.
Is it just me or is it cold in here?
Is it just me or is this place totally dead?
Buddhism, communism, post post-modernism, and you swallow them like sleeping pills, but still you take them, still awake as cats are scratching at your windowsill.
Can I get a witness?
- "Yeah!"
I say, can I get someone to escort me back to my flat?
- "No!"
So you've got a police record now, have you? What is it like, "Walking on the Moon"?
An old joke, aye, my dad used to tell and he was knockin' me about the fuckin' room.
Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?
And do you take this lawyer to separate you for life?
32 and where are you now? Still hammerin' it, still hanging on 'til the end! But every time you go out clubbin', you take a drubbin' from somebody's fuckin' boyfriend!
The rebel's on his own tonight
The rebel's all alone tonight
The rebel's on his own tonight
The rebel's all alone tonight