A man sucks life from a paper bag, he’s talking politics to a comic mag
Happy go lucky without compromise, he turns says you’re the slave, so surprise
Wisdom doesn’t come from age man, it comes from a little bit of sin
Man on the corner, you got a story, I wanna hear what you gotta say
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away
You wrote the script it’s not your property, lights, camera, action, begin to play
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away
Waking up to the television, work time productive, got to have a vision
Man on corner’s preaching to the street sign, he’s smiling at me, knows my world don’t rhyme
No care about the news or talk radio, he says slow down chap before you go
We’ll share some medicine, well look out friend, he’s off playing spy saving the world again
Man on the corner, you got a story, I wanna hear what you gotta say
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away
You wrote the script it’s not your property, lights, camera, action, begin to play
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away
Man on the corner is not so strange he just sees the world from a different haze
Maybe I’m drunk on conformity, but the man on the corner just wants to be happy
So I’m your student, learnin’ how to smile, now chap let’s have that toast for while………….
Man on the corner, you got a story, I wanna hear what you gotta say
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away
You wrote the script it’s not your property, lights, camera, action, begin to play
So take another swig of your old glory, yesterday’s dreams aren’t far away