I know a man
Who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives

Where trouble never ends
I know its hard for him
To read 'tween the lines

And his days are getting so much shorter
He simply turns away
And dons a bitter frown

His world is crumbling
His ship is weighted down
He doesn't care

As long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well
Its my poor friend me

A portrayal of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history)
Its my poor friend me

And I'm running out of steam
I know there are people
Who are cynical and vain

They point their finger
'cuz they can't accept the blame
They live their lives

Under a blanket of shame and their progeny
Crawl from underneath it
Lately I've come

To see the solution
And it begins with me
But I'm so fallibly human

I've picked the lock
But will not turn the key


Of people running scared
We live, breathe and die
Off to a world, our time is slipping on by

We have solutions, but don't even try
And I feel I know just who to blame