Little girl trapped in the other world
Never had a chance to see how the true men live
She's got teenage games
But her mind's lost in other names
Never had a chance to see what she may have to give
But there's going to be a shake up real soon
And she runs to the window, 'cos there's death in the street
Takes a snapshot, makes the image complete
Pulls down the shutter and pauses to secrete her fear
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're tired of the world
And you're tired of the plague. Tired of the people from Sweden
Who came to see your film
But later on, after the guests have gone
She pauses and fades away in her sedan chair
She doesn't really know how things are going to go
She just a**umes her usual policy of laissez-faire
But there's going to be trouble real soon
And she runs to the balcony, a revolver in her hand
The tune ain't familiar, so she shoots all the band
In a desperate attempt to make some sort of stand in her dream
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're bored by the sun
And you're bored by the moon
And the children from the Welsh mining village
Didn't go away too soon
So remember times when your alarm clock chimes
And thought and actuality they sunbathe as one
I really hope that you wake for you and your rich uncles sake
And if you don't wake pretty soon then you'd better run
Because they're going to come and chase you real soon
And when the collapse comes as it certainly will
And Frank's still in the office,
June's still on the pill
All hold hands and wait for the killer to arrive
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When your life's on the line
You can't a**emble it right
The shift seems much more than eight hours
Your perspective's your plight
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
'Cos you're too tired to get up
You can't make it to the door
And your adolescent paper boy is tired of posing on your floor
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're too poor to go out
You're too rich to even think
And your glass of wine's become vintage
And the caviar, it stinks
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When Cinderella's gone home, Snow White's turned mean
And Rip van Winkle has split to find a livelier scene
Never had a chance to see how the true men live
She's got teenage games
But her mind's lost in other names
Never had a chance to see what she may have to give
But there's going to be a shake up real soon
And she runs to the window, 'cos there's death in the street
Takes a snapshot, makes the image complete
Pulls down the shutter and pauses to secrete her fear
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're tired of the world
And you're tired of the plague. Tired of the people from Sweden
Who came to see your film
But later on, after the guests have gone
She pauses and fades away in her sedan chair
She doesn't really know how things are going to go
She just a**umes her usual policy of laissez-faire
But there's going to be trouble real soon
And she runs to the balcony, a revolver in her hand
The tune ain't familiar, so she shoots all the band
In a desperate attempt to make some sort of stand in her dream
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're bored by the sun
And you're bored by the moon
And the children from the Welsh mining village
Didn't go away too soon
So remember times when your alarm clock chimes
And thought and actuality they sunbathe as one
I really hope that you wake for you and your rich uncles sake
And if you don't wake pretty soon then you'd better run
Because they're going to come and chase you real soon
And when the collapse comes as it certainly will
And Frank's still in the office,
June's still on the pill
All hold hands and wait for the killer to arrive
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When your life's on the line
You can't a**emble it right
The shift seems much more than eight hours
Your perspective's your plight
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
'Cos you're too tired to get up
You can't make it to the door
And your adolescent paper boy is tired of posing on your floor
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When you're too poor to go out
You're too rich to even think
And your glass of wine's become vintage
And the caviar, it stinks
And it's fatigue
Nothing but fatigue
When Cinderella's gone home, Snow White's turned mean
And Rip van Winkle has split to find a livelier scene