Private Hell lyrics

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Send "Private Hell" Ringtone to your Cell Private Hell - Paul Weller Closer than close - you see yourself - A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. As each day goes by - a little more - You can`t remember - what it was you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your aging face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell. The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual. Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell. Think of Emma - wonder what she`s doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. Think of Edward - who`s still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn`t acknowledge. `Cause he don`t care, They don`t care. `Cause they`re all going through their own - Private Hell. The morning slips away - in a valium haze - And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. In the afternoon - the weekly food - Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street. The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host to a closet ghost A picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery and - Private Hell. Alone at 6 o`clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can`t go on - but you sweep it up - Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell. SATURDAYS KIDS - Paul Weller Saturdays boys live life with insults, Drink lots of beer and wait for half time results, Afternoon tea in the lite-a-bite - chat up the girls - they dig it! Saturdays girls work in Tesco`s and Woolworths, Wear cheap perfume `cause its all they can afford, Go to discos - they drink Babycham - talk to Jan - in bingo accents. Saturdays kids play one arm bandits, they never win but that`s not the point is it? Dip in silver paper when their pints go flat, How about that - far out! Their mums and dads smoke Capstan non filters, Wallpaper lives `cause they all die of cancer, What goes on - what goes wrong. Save up their money for a holiday, To Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Think about the future - when they`ll settle down, Marry the girl next door - with one on the way. These are the real creatures that time has forgot, Not given a thought - its the system - Hate the system - what`s the system? Saturdays kids live in council houses, Wear v-necked shirts and baggy trousers, Drive Cortinas - fur trimmed dash boards, Stains on the seats - in the back, of course! THE ETON RIFLES - Paul Weller Sup up your beer and collect your fags, There`s a row going on down near Slough, Get out your mat and pray to the West, I`ll get out mine and pray for myself. Thought you were smart when you took them on, But you didn`t take a peep in their artillery room, All that rugby puts hairs on your chest, What chance have you got against a tie and a crest. Hello-Hurray - what a nice day - for the Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play - with the Eton Rifles. Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse, Tore down the House of Commons in your brand new shoes, Composed a revolutionary symphony, Then went to bed with a charming young thing. Hello-Hurray - cheers then mate - its the Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape - with the Eton Rifles. What a catalyst you turned out to be, Loaded the guns then you run on home for your tea. Left me standing - like a guilty schoolboy. We came out of it naturally the worst, Beaten and bloody and I was sick down my shirt, We were no match for their untamed wit, Though some of the lads said they`ll be back next week. Hello-Hurray - there`s a price to pay - to the Eton Rifles Hello-Hurray - I`d prefer the plague - to the Eton Rifles (repeat) PRECIOUS - Paul Weller Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop - or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so - I can`t help myself Like a hungry child - I just help myself And when I`m full up - I go out to play But I don`t mean to bleed you dry Or take you over for the rest of your life It`s just that I need something solid in mine Lonely as the moors on a winter`s morning Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow I hear your distant show clicks To the midnight beat - I feel trapped in sorrow In this imagery But that`s how I am and why I need you so Send " Private Hell" Ringtone to your Cell Private Hell lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Private Hell lyrics @ ELyrics | Private Hell lyrics @ Kovideo | Jam The Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Private Hell lyrics @ Songlyrics | Private Hell lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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