Long-nosed old pros, trading used quotes
And men with pencils making copious notes
Out in the dark, of the far left wing
There's an old man shaking a sheet of tin
Judgment's fall into well-spun webs
The ditches are full of used bayonets
The local priest still holds the floor
With the same old lines from the time before
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love, ain't that tough
Don't you know when I've had enough
I'd like to be alone
Just to be alone, Oh to be alone
Sacred professions still guard the walls
But the castle keeps guaranteed to fall
Selling souls for a mean half truth
But the clown and the king share the palace roof
Broken flowers leave a funeral train
When you're out in the desert don't you pray for me
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love, and all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alone
Just to be alone, oh to be alone
And they fool themselves
Into thinking that they're talking about it
That they never doubted
Oh to be alone, got to be alone
Save me, save me, save me, save me
Id like to be alone, just to be alone
Don't you know when I've had enough
Laugh at love, be that tough
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh en..er..ar all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alone
Just to be alone
Got to be alone
Wanna be alone
Oh, to be alone
Alone alone alone alone
Got to be alone
Wanna be alone
Got to be alone
