Well there's a little boy waitin' at the counter of a corner shop

He's been waitin' down there, waitin' half the day

They never ever seem to have the time

He gets pushed around, knocked to the ground

He gets to his feet and he says;

"What About me, it isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see? I wanna live!

But you just take more than you give..."



Well there's a pretty girl servin' at the counter of a corner shop

She's been waitin' back there, waitin' for her dream

And dreams walk in and out, they never stop

Well she's not too proud to cry out loud

She runs to the street and she screams;

"What About me, it isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see? I wanna live!

But you just take more than you give..." (More than you give)



Take a step back and see the little people

There's nothin there but the words that make the big people big

So listen, as they whisper;

"What about me? ..."



Now we're standin' on the corner of a world gone home

Nobody's changed, nobody's been saved

And I'm feelin' cold and alone

I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot

But sometimes I wish for more than I've got...

"What About me, it isn't fair

I've had enough now I want my share

Can't you see? I wanna live!

But you just take more - What about me?!

It isn't fair!

I've had enough now I want my share!

Can't you see? I wanna live!

But you just take more,

You just take more,

You just take more than you give...



What about me?

What about me?

What about me?



-From "Ken Schumaier