I know a man Who doesn’t have many friends    I know a place he lives Where trouble never ends     I know its hard for him To read ’tween the lines And his days are getting so much shorter     He simply turns away And dons a bitter frown His world is crumbling His ship is weighted down    He doesn’t care As long as he can wear the crown      I know this man all too well   Its my poor friend me     A portrayal of the great dichotomy    (A reminder of A tragic history) Its my poor friend me      And I’m running out of steam I know there are people Who are cynical and vain         They point their finger ’cuz they can’t accept the blame They live their lives Under a blanket of shame and their progeny Crawl from underneath it                     Lately I’ve come To see the solution And it begins with me But I’m so fallibly human I’ve picked the lock But will not turn the key    Of people running scared We live breathe and die Off to a world our time is slipping on by We have solutions but don’t even try And I feel I know just who to blame