your silence is my trade
				       my name is Smith
			  here in this bar you fade out

				     time heals nothing
			it merely rearranges our memory
					   in zero bars
	       even time no longer seems willing to try

				     please look around
		       empty faces that never quite die
				     don't be surprised
	 their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes

					nothing is real
	if you break down and cry they won't even stare
					   nobody feels
	      it's far too risky to admit that you care

				       my name is Smith
			       your silence is my trade
				       my name is Smith
			  here in this bar you fade out


 Gary Numan, "Zero Bars (Mr. Smith)", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978