Psycho Surrender

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Rupert Hine - Pop, Synth-Pop

Psycho Surrender

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[Verse] 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 [Chorus] Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom [Post-Chorus] And nothing seems important In the corner with the wardens Nothing happens and nothing shines And no-one minds [Verse] 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 [Chorus] Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom [Post-Chorus] And nothing seems important In the corner with the wardens Nothing happens and nothing shines And no-one minds [Verse] You've got a room 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 [Chorus] Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom [Post-Chorus] And nothing seems important In the corner with the wardens Nothing happens and nothing shines And no-one minds [Instrumental bridge] [Chorus] Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom - Psycho surrender Boredom, boredom, boredom [Outro] No winters No windows No winners No view No you to Remind me of Things I should do

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Credits

Writers
  • Rupert Hine
  • Jeannette-Therese Obstoj