My Other People

I went along I went alone Could someone please shut the door on their way out? I've been a painter at an easel Been a butcher at his block Been a clown under stage lights Been a martyr with his cross I've seen a hundred boring evenings Seen a thousand angry nights I held the world at the bottom of a pint glass Picked a hundred stupid fights And these people They can really help you now And these people They can really help you now You're not alone I went alone Could someone please shut the door on their way out? I went along I went alone Could someone please shut the door on their way out?