I am just a man on the street
Often my voice is never heard
Though I was hit where it hurts most
I leave it all to the Man upstairs
Often ordinary men are just all things to all people
But He’s the Man of His words
Abuse, harassment, murder and all that jazz was never a talent
And you’re certainly not a man of parts
You’re no use to man nor to beast
I long for the day you will be brought to book
When you will face the music
Louder than my screams
Though this life won’t be the same
On that day I will smile again
I’m feeling blue
Because this life will never be the same again.