I think the man next door is having a nervous breakdown
Sounds like it's me in there
Don't know if I believe you care
Like an Afghan vet at a beach resort with a shotgun
Losing it in cities where I'm used to you but you're not there
Coz you're in Racheland.
There's a woman on T.V. who looks like someone that I used to go out with
Don't want to go back there again it's just too embarrassing
And when it's quiet if you're lucky
You can hear the aristocracy whining
Their lies can suck you in: psychopaths and violins.
You're already beautiful you don't have to be tragic as well
Pain doesn't suit you pain is contagious
Pain is alone in this deep dark well.
Coz these are the hardest times
These are the hardest times
These are the hardest times
These are the oddest times
These are the hardest times
These are the strangest times
These are the hardest times
We've seen the hardest times
And the traffic's always bad in Racheland
In Racheland
It was Chrissie and Ray on a budget that summer,
(Hynde and Davies, painfully obviously)
Emma defected
(Peel, celebrated U.K. T.V. sexy spy)
Chrissie gave the baby away to a fella who knew just what to tell her
All these fine words.
All the courtesy of slime.
It shuffles round like little birds,
You get to hate those little birds,
All those jive words -
You can see her head is turning and she doesn't know
She just bought a ticket to Racheland
She just booked passage to Racheland
Have you got the courage for Racheland?
Have you got the bottle for Racheland?
Are you ever coming back from Racheland?
Have I got to fetch you from Racheland?
Have you got the courage for Racheland?
Are you coming back from Racheland?
Oh Racheland.
Racheland
Have you got the courage for Racheland?
(Gonna play my black and white Telecaster now...)