Can't play with you any more.
I'm too busy hiding behind my deadlocked door.
If I can't get my way, at home I shall stay.
I'm a hermit, so let's all have a toast to me.
I sit and light cigarettes for 2,
And I forget that you live so far away.
So at home I shall stay.
I'm a hermit, finally coming clean.
Can't stand your scene.
I just hide me waiting for nothing.
Your parties are potent evidence.
It's elementary on my behalf of defense.
It don't seem like no Saturday Night Fever tonite.
So this is where I'll live and this is where I'll die.
