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Lyrics
There's a homeless fella sitting on a curb. He says "I wish I could get a damn job!" You walk right by, you've got the nerve .. with your hundred dollar shirts. "Oh that man's just lazy. He won't get off the grass." Well, I'm sorry but you can't get a job if you don't have an address. Did you know behind your fancy clothes, behind your makeup, your stilted nose? Stop! He's a famous star and all you people don't know who you are. Stop! See the shiny teeth? Why don't you look beneath the trash? Poor old kid can't make the grade. He says "I want to be like dad." But you don't even give him the chance. You've got it all in your heads. "Oh he just doesn't have the touch. He can't even see the line." Well, I'm sorry to say that you're the one who will end up with none. Did you know behind the grades, behind the knowledge, behind the brain. Stop! He is an engineer. No that ones stupid he's a queer. Stop! See the suit and tie? Always doing what you're taught behind the trash. Depressed girl who can't keep up. She says "I just want to kill myself! And all of you people don't even care about my feelings and about what's here!" They say "She'll recover in time. There is no cause for alarm" She says, "I'm sorry if you can't take the time, then why the hell should I?" Did you know behind your schedules, behind your deadlines, behind the stress. Stop! She's a happy girl. She smiles, she loves the world. Stop! That ignorant thought! Always doing what your taught behind the trash.
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