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!