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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 turned my back on society,
society turned its back on me,
never tried once to drop out
I just couldn't get in from the very 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 when 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 turned my back on society
Society turned its back on me.
All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong."
did he jump or was he pushed?
he left a note which no one read
in desperate hand the note just said:
"never turned my back on society,
society turned its back on me,
never tried once to drop out
I just couldn't get in from the very 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 when 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 turned my back on society
Society turned its back on me.
All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong."