Rupert Hine - Psycho Surrender Lyrics
She stroked the telephoneShe touched the radioShe felt the magazineShe couldn't even screamThe cinema was far too farWomen sick of slimmingEat the pills of livingBoredom, boredom, boredomPsycho surrenderBoredom, boredom, boredomBoredom, boredom, boredomPsycho surrenderBoredom, boredom, boredomAnd nothing seems importantIn the corner with the wardensNothing happens and nothing shinesAnd no one mindsHe locked another roomHe threw away the keyNo one would ever knowA siren in the crowdDrowned every sound for miles and milesBig men from the bottomIn a trap that's rottenBoredom... (etc)You've got a roomAnd nowhere else to goA trouble maker thenBut looking at her nowNo one would ever knowAn understanding onceFast and easyTurned out just the sameTo slow and crazyBoredom (etc)(SOLO)Boredom (etc)No wintersNo windowsNo winnersNo viewNo you toRemind me ofThings I should do