Lamposts flickering torches  Make out the random attack  Color the victim's bright new clothes  I turn my back  And distance myselft from the pack of humans  stripped down to the size  Of my favorite neighborhood  The smell has me mesmorized  It's the one thing I know is good    Has got me beleiving  My small role down here  Has significant meaning  I try to calm my fears  Clearly revealed, thru open skies    Meet the simplest of crouds  the trrees are very loud  Like ogres high on wine  their long beards growing wide  Swaying under the moon  Laughing with the loon  they can hear me speak out loud    I was mopping marble floors  For heavy rich men  Sweating in their overpriced threads  I can't plan ahead  But if I stay I'm dead    Their boiling rage  Made all too clear  By their words of hate  I've no place here  They've got no power over me    They'll do what they can  I don't undeerstand  They've got no power over me    I was mopping marble floors  For heavy rich men  Sweating in their overpriced threads  If I plan ahead  If I plan ahead I'm dead