the man on the street --

he doesn't know my name

but i am sure we're not at all the same

man on the street -- ou know he looks like me

but he'll never know all the things i've seen

see him and there's no enmity --

sometimes there's jealousy

but would you be him? i don't think so

no a hair is out of place -- he sets the pace

and he's a step ahead of me

the man on the street --

he doesn't look at me

and if he did i wonder what he sees

he might be kind; he might be alright

are his concerns so far away from mine?

see him and there's no problem --

thought he always looks so cold

but would you be him? i don't think so

not a stich out of place -- he sets the pace

and he's just a step ahead

he keeps a step ahead of me

he lives as expected

secure and protected

the world won't affect him

and so i reject him now

i feel so different, though i might no look so

you can wear the costume, but do you march in
time?

there's so many targets in the world to see

feel the dirt of rebellion beneath your feet!