In the evening rush she takes her seat by the window,
and when she lights up nobody speaks - they adjust
their clothes. She sits on the train from 5.15 to
5.50; It's always the same: "The way," she
says, "they look at me," from Saturday to
Saturday.

Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine.

Bathed in the blue wash of a TV screen, surfing
served-up dreams, to the happy glow of the burger bar,
watching the passing cars, from Saturday to Saturday.

[CHORUS]

Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine. Contact,
I'm unclean, lock me up in quarantine.

Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in
quarantine.
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in
quarantine.
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in
quarantine.
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in
quarantine.