They say things I don't need to say 
they play games I don't want to play 
they see what I don't want to see 
they are what I would never be 
Deadpans - they never get enough 
what is that they are dreaming of 
they write songs from a sleeping heart 
sign this it's gonna top the chart 
Where am I gonna run to 
a pack of stalking deadpans all around 
Who am I gonna cry to 
they deafen every wisper I would sound 
A party with the music 
became a dreadful mascarade 
But now I'm gonna loose it 
they never see me waving in parade 
Not this time!