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