Segunda-Sprung Monkey

The streets are filled with routine today I can see it in their faces, I Couldn't even chisel a smile to greet a stranger When our eyes caught passing But your eyes they turn away, Oh could it be from shame or pity, But I know inside what it means to be a man, Don't have pity for me Well don't have pity for me Well don't have pity for me Well don't have pity for me, cause' I'm not sorry The professional people running to their holes To their borrowed buildings To their borrowed spaces Minutes early everyday Well you wouldn't want to miss your own funeral Sitting back in your big old chair Sliding down your first cup of coffee And then you glance at the sign on the desk that says awful empty man, Don't have pity on me Well don't have pity for me Well don't have pity for me Well don't have pity for me, cause' I'm not sorry Let's take a walk down a back street Are you afraid of who or what you might meet, Well your mind it holds the demons but your attitude creates them Must everything be judged by Material equations added up by A one dimensional man who thinks this world is his market What can I make, What can I take And you Have pity for me