I don't need your pity



Misbelief or sympathy



I don't need no doctor, shrink 



Or psycotherapy



Who are you to say you're sorry 



If I were to die



Who are you to complain



When you're got your piece of the pie



 



Out of the closet, out of your hole



Out of your hard carned place



But don't you push your luck



I'll take that big while grin



Straight off your face



 



Look at all those smiling faces 



preaching on TV



I don't need their polities



To stir my fantasies



To watch the late night news



It scares me to the bone



When I read the papers



I feel naked and alone



 



When it all comes down



Is there anything that justifies 



The things we do



When it all comes down



There's a reason for the pain



We must be goin' through



 



Same greasy dirty young man



Traveling to the cast



When a bird comes to flying



Further dreams can be released 



Same little flashes



Waving banners cross your line 



When at first you walk with me 



You'll then set free the mind



 



I see my future



Being washed up on the store



I feel I've been through this



I've seen it all before