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