The Jam - Private Hell lyrics
[The Jam - Private Hell lyrics]
Closer than close - you see yourself
A mirror 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 ageing face - the face
That once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable
Private Hell
The man that 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 - 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
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren
Think of Edward - 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 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
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell
Private Hell rEPEAT TO FADE
A mirror 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 ageing face - the face
That once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable
Private Hell
The man that 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 - 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
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren
Think of Edward - 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 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
Sanity at last inside your Private Hell
Private Hell rEPEAT TO FADE