I don't need your pity      Misbelief or sympathy      I don't need no doctor, shrink       Or psycotherapy      Who are you to say you're sorry       If I were to die      Who are you to complain      When you're got your piece of the pie            Out of the closet, out of your hole      Out of your hard carned place      But don't you push your luck      I'll take that big while grin      Straight off your face            Look at all those smiling faces       preaching on TV      I don't need their polities      To stir my fantasies      To watch the late night news      It scares me to the bone      When I read the papers      I feel naked and alone            When it all comes down      Is there anything that justifies       The things we do      When it all comes down      There's a reason for the pain      We must be goin' through            Same greasy dirty young man      Traveling to the cast      When a bird comes to flying      Further dreams can be released       Same little flashes      Waving banners cross your line       When at first you walk with me       You'll then set free the mind            I see my future      Being washed up on the store      I feel I've been through this      I've seen it all before