Who was that on the window ledge?    Did he jump or was he pushed?    He left a note which no one read    In desperate hand the note just said:    "Never turn my back on society    Society turn is back on me.    Never tried once to drop out,    I just couldn't get in from the start."       The children all played clever games    The grown-ups gave them clever names    Turned them all from very young    On to the drug competition    Feed them T.V. everyday    Teach them just how they should play    For the ones that start to stray    Cut them off till they obey       Our little friend was not the type    To want to have to stand and fight    Bully boys all could pick    Upon the lonely little kid    The grown ups all looked hard and long    Said "He's got two feet he can stand on"    We never like the sickly ones    The boisterous ones are much more fun       He found it hard to socialise    Cos when he laughed or want he cried    In the wrong place he'd be chastised    An idiot to be despised    Never learnt to play the game the way    That your supposed to play    Never learnt the things to say    Or lock emotion safe away       Who was that on the window ledge?    Did he jump or was he pushed?    He left a note which no one read    In desperate hand the note just said:    "Never turn my back on society    Society turn is back on me.    All the world can not be wrong    It must be me I don't belong."    "All the world can not be wrong    It must be me I don't belong"    "All the world can not be wrong    It must be me I don't belong"    "All the world can not be wrong    It must be me I don't belong"    "All the world can not be wrong    It must be me I don't belong"