Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role
Sunday papers and the dailies, Ena Sharples, Page 3 girls
I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong
Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was far away
See life is very different, when you're in the crowd
Look, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowd
But then I realize, even escape will be in vain
You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around
I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do
But we're alright, we're nice and warm here
Wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says, I can't
News at ten, war in Rhodesia, far away in a distant land
When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are
I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest
It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star
