another saturday and i dont know where to go
find myself at tla to catch another show
bodies hurling through the air i finally found a home
hundred fifty thousand people and im still all alone
make my way to the pit so i can feel the pain
it brings me back to reality like standing naked in the cold cold rain
a whirling mass of faces non descript music with no tone
an endless sea of humanity and yet im still all alone
alone
another sunday and my head feels like raw meat
race to the bathroom stuff my face down in the seat
i cant stand the silence so im reaching for the phone
talk to fifty friends and yet im still here all alone
flip on mtv and watch some drunk bitch flash her tits
my stomachs doing flip flops and my hands feel like theyre in two boxing mitts
i flip through all the channels and i feel chilled to the bone
a hundred cable visions and yet im still all alone
alone