Don't talk to me, I will talk to the wall

Men such as we have no feelings at all

So you assume when we step from the crowd

Deaf to the voice that objects aloud

We stand up proud



No sympathy (No violins)

For such as we (No violins)

No sympathy (No violins)



Stares that suggest we're an alien race

There's no escape from the look on your face

Cut me I bleed, give me cause and I'll cry

People don't change though you wonder why

We have to try



No sympathy... etc...



No sympathy (No violins)

For such as we (No violins)

There is no need (No violins) No sympathy