And life is very difficult, when you're in the crowd      When you're in the crowd, you see things as they really are   You can smell the fear and hate, generated by all around   I wanna breakaway, but the ties are too strong   Wanna go on holiday, but the crowd says, I can't      See life is very different, when you're in the crowd      Oh, sometimes in the night, I wish I was far away   But then I realize, even escape will be in vain   I wanna close my eyes and be like the rest   I mean, nobody wants to die, although the crowd say they do      Look, life is very intricate, when you're in the crowd      Life becomes the movies and everyone has a role   It's easy being the actor when the combine's the only star   Sunday papers and the dailies, Ena Sharples, Page 3 girls   News at ten, war in Rhodesia, far away in a distant land   But we're alright, we're nice and warm here   No one to hurt us, except ourselves