(Originally by The Levellers)

Julie was a lonely girl.
She said she was born that way -
She always felt that way.
She left home at age sixteen,
Got a job that's what you're supposed to do,
That's what you've got to do.
She fell in love and settled down
In a council place there on the edge of town.

She'd feel alone in a crowded room,
Cry when she heard a happy tune.

It would be nice to holiday,
Till they took her job away,
They just took her life away.
And doing nothing isn't fun,
When you've nothing from which to run,
Nowhere left to run.
She'd visit the social every day,
Every time be turned away.

A hundred stairs to her new room,
Over glass and blackened spoons.
Children grow old so soon.
Past the kids who gather there,
Pain masked by narcotic stares,
But no one really cares.

Her dreams were cut up and bled dry.
A million voices in her cry.