When you ride the train

when the day is done

you huddle in the corner of the last carriage all alone

Breathe on the window, white out the world

paint a tiny square with your thumb in the dirty

glass

Put your eye to the hole, look out on The Domain

it's as much as you want to see, want to take back to your home

Hurry home, hobble home

and you slam the door shut, shut; slam it in the face of the world

Blame the girl, blame the girl, blame the girl; blame the girl

No need to make a sound to make them understand

you could take them down any time that you wanted to

If they want to own you, if they want to roll you

then you can be as bad a cat as any one of them bigshots

who want to mow you down because you're nobody

But you know something now

Just get back home to your home, hovel home

and you slam the door shut, shut; slam it in the face of the world

Blame the girl, blame the girl, blame the girl; blame the girl