This song was a lot of fun to create. John layed down the original piano and we built it from there. Originally it had a simple click track. I thought that was a little bland so I wrote a hi-hat line and threw in a few other things to add interest. I think this was our first song with no guitars.

Jeff

Lyrics by John Lister

The man on the street, Doesn’t want to know what’s going on
He feels incomplete, waiting for his worthless day to dawn

He opens his eyes; before the sunrise
He often denies; that there is no prize

The man on the street, Doesn’t want to hear about a starving child
He feels kind of beat, He’s been eating pizza all the while

He doesn’t wear skirts; but stuffs all his shirts
Bad Kharma he spurts; like a giant squid squirts

The man on the street, sends some money to a charity
Changing his ways, maybe it will somehow set him free

He fears it’s too late; like closing a gate
Playing crosswords with fate; He impersonates

Decidedly sad, staring at the east, while traveling west
Straining his neck, he is just confused like all the rest

He opens his eyes; before the sunrise
He often denies; that there is no prize