You disintegrate from public performance
Your attendance in crowds is not welcome at all
Thick acrid perfume pours from your gullet
Into a desperate running crowd
Your morals are non-existent
The depths of the family degradation you sink to
are of course the lowest of the low
I suggest when you reach the very bottom
You put a flag out like Neil Armstrong did back in 1969
Contrary to popular belief
this is no laughing matter
There's a patient upstairs
He is neither human nor an animal
Why are people so cruel, narrow-minded fools
Their perception of something, they should keep to themselves
They should keep it a close-guarded secret
not blurt it out
on the front of the tabloids
every day every week now
Every day, every week, every month and every year
I cry for mankind
I cry for mankind
Don't you know it's so good for you
As active as I may be, I still go home alone
I may entertain the crowds, be full of boundless energy
I still go home alone
I may be legal age
I still go home alone
I have visions of love
for the world and his wife
Still go home alone
For your mum and dad
Still go home alone
(...that there has been no social worker for his family since January...)
I cry for mankind
I cry for mankind
Contrary to popular belief
this is no laughing matter
I am the patient that's upstairs
I'm not human, I'm not an animal
(...allocated urgently to...)
Sometimes it's kind of Victorian
I don't get bored
Jewellery boxes