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
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