Rupert Hine - Psycho Surrender lyrics

She stroked the telephone She touched the radio She felt the magazine She couldn't even scream The cinema was far too far Women sick of slimming Eat the pills of living Boredom, boredom, boredom Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom And nothing seems important In the corner with the wardens Nothing happens and nothing shines And no one minds He locked another room He threw away the key No one would ever know A siren in the crowd Drowned every sound for miles and miles Big men from the bottom In a trap that's rotten Boredom... (etc) You've got a room And nowhere else to go A trouble maker then But looking at her now No one would ever know An understanding once Fast and easy Turned out just the same To slow and crazy Boredom (etc) (SOLO) Boredom (etc) No winters No windows No winners No view No you to Remind me of Things I should do