Long-nosed old pros, trading used quotes

Men with pencils making copious notes

Out in the dark of the far-left wing

There's an old man shaking a sheet of tin

Judgements fall into well-spun webs

The ditches are full of used bayonets

The local priest still holds the floor

With the same old lines from the time before

Don't you know when I've had enough?

Laugh at love, ain't that tough?

Don't you know when I've had enough

I'd like to be alone?

Just to be alone, oh, to be alone

Sacred professions still guard the walls

But the castle keep's guaranteed to fall

Selling souls for a mean half-truth

But the clown and the king share the palace roof

Broken flowers leave a funeral train

When you're out in the desert, don't you pray for rain?

Don't you know when I've had enough?

Laugh at love, all that stuff

Don't you know when I've had enough

I like to be alone?

Just to be alone, oh, to be alone

They fool themselves

Into thinking that they're talking about it

That they never doubted

Oh, to be alone, got to be alone

Oh, save me, save me

Save me, save me

I'd like to be alone, got to be alone

Don't you know when I've had enough?

Laugh at love, ain't that tough

Don't you know when I've had enough

I laugh at love and all that stuff

Don't you know when I've had enough, I like to be alone?

Just to be alone, got to be alone

Wanna be alone, oh, to be alone

Alone, alone, alone, alone

Got to be alone, wanna be alone

Got to be alone