I don't need your pity

Misbelief or sympathy

I don't need no doctor, shrink

Or psycotherapy

Who are you to say you're sorry

If I were to die

Who are you to complain

When you're got your piece of the pie



Out of the closet, out of your hole

Out of your hard carned place

But don't you push your luck

I'll take that big while grin

Straight off your face



Look at all those smiling faces

preaching on TV

I don't need their polities

To stir my fantasies

To watch the late night news

It scares me to the bone

When I read the papers

I feel naked and alone



When it all comes down

Is there anything that justifies

The things we do

When it all comes down

There's a reason for the pain

We must be goin' through



Same greasy dirty young man

Traveling to the cast

When a bird comes to flying

Further dreams can be released

Same little flashes

Waving banners cross your line

When at first you walk with me

You'll then set free the mind



I see my future

Being washed up on the store

I feel I've been through this

I've seen it all before