I am moved by the ones that don't talk much
and they don't move with the crowd
Day by day see'm march to their own drum
but they never beat too loud
I got some pictures in the back of a drawer
they were never meant for show
but why on earth you wanna look at mine
if you can't look at your own

Toys ... for the toddler
Money ... for the begger

They don't worship another warship out on the sea
we all know that is wrong
But there's nothing on earth that has done more harm
than a bad use of the tongue
I got some stories in the back of my mind
that I never told
but why on earth you wanna type out mine
if you can't spell out your own

say, Toys ... for the toddler
Money ... for the begger
Silence ... for the seeker
Loyalty ... among friends