On Your Own (Walter Wall Mix)

'cause you're on your own when the beat stops Mail print vote smaller larger Holy man tiptoed his way across the ganges The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shell suits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, Ive 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 guerrilla 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 well all be the same in the end Cause then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says lord, give me time, for Ive 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 guerrilla 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 well all be the same in the end Cause 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 guerrilla 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 well all be the same in the end Cause then you're on your own Then you're on your own