Private Hell (Live At The Glasgow Apollo / 1982) - The Jam
Closer than close - you see yourself -
A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be
As each day goes by - a little more -
You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway
The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -
Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful
Is still there but unrecognizable -
Private Hell
Private Hell
The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -
And seldom in - working late as usual
Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -
The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -
Close your eyes and think of nothing but -
Private Hell
Private Hell
Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing -
Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren
Think of Edward - who's still at college -
You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge
'Cause he don't care
They don't care
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell
Private Hell
The morning slips away - in a valium haze
And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee
In the afternoon - the weekly food
Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street
The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host
To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -
A victim of your misery - and Private Hell
Private Hell
The shop windows reflect play a nameless host
To a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy
A victim of your misery and Private hell
Private hell
Private hell
Private hell
Private hell
Alone at 6 o'clock you drop a cup
You see it smash inside you crack
You can't go on but you sweep it up
Safe at last inside your private hell
Safe at last inside your private hell
Sanity at last inside your private hell
Private hell
Private hell
Private hell
