the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never know all the things i've seen
see him and there's no enmity -- sometimes there's jealousy but would you be him? i don't think so no a hair is out of place -- he sets the pace and he's a step ahead of me
the man on the street -- he doesn't look at me and if he did i wonder what he sees he might be kind; he might be alright are his concerns so far away from mine?
see him and there's no problem -- thought he always looks so cold but would you be him? i don't think so not a stich out of place -- he sets the pace and he's just a step ahead he keeps a step ahead of me
he lives as expected secure and protected the world won't affect him and so i reject him now
i feel so different, though i might no look so you can wear the costume, but do you march in time? there's so many targets in the world to see feel the dirt of rebellion beneath your feet!