Someone

We never have to stretch our imagination

It is our own lives we can't believe

Years of waiting for the rendezvous

Between the law and reality

Someone talks to themselves by the TV

Someone is selling flags and gum

Someone is buying a horoscope

Because the stars are concerned about them

You mustn't do what we did to you

Says the big blonde teacher from overseas

All his good works and philanthropy

Still don't make the stupid sound clever

Someone is at the top of the building

Someone is having a vision

Someone is biting the hand

Of the people he chooses to deliver

The studio's empty tape rolls on

A C major chord floating through the air

Half finished vocals that no one will hear

It's in there somewhere between death and slavery