The Man In the Crowd

Well the man in the crowd who is so well endowed Is both honoured and proud to present what he's found and it's hard But he's lost in the blend of a world without end And his only true friend cannot bend to the task 'cause he's pissed Yeah he's pisses as a fart So he bobs snd he weaves wipes his nose on his sleeve And he tries to relieve himself there on the street and he falls And they stand on his face as they rush for his place And a big guy gets maced by some feminist ace who has clearly Yeah she's clearly got balls But we're different from them we're the creme de la creme They're not fit to lay phlegm on the hem of your secondhand dress Sure you're finer than me by a minor degree But I hope that you'll see that it's we who Can be so much more, so much more than the rest Yeah, yeah, I know what you said, you'd be better off dead Than to crawl into bed with an ill-bred old bastard like me But I'd just like to say that I'm close to okay When you look at the fakers and fuckers who Prey on the love, on the love that you need On the need to be love and adored to be never ignored To be drilled and be bored till you're just like the hordes we abhor Yeah those men in the street Who all dance to a beat built for double Left feet are completely devoid of all worth Whether stupid or drunk, hooked on lotto or junk They're all sniveling punks who have sunk to They're jowls in the festering, in the festering earth So embrace me with pride take your place by my side I have long been denied and I've tried hard to be so sincere And I'll fill you with love like a hand in a glove And by Jesus above I will shove aside all Of your pain, all your pain and your fear All your pain and your fear will subside as we take off and ride Through the infinite skies as the man in the street disappears And all will be made clear Your grin will spread from ear to ear When you see what has been done in your name, in your name