Motionless beneath the sky I lie,
All trussed up and ready to be sold.
Just a lonely man in a lonely street
A river of waste, flowing between you and me.

A piece of steel, sticking through my spine
A well-heeled boot, kicking it from behind..
This is how the world was meant to be
The eternal problem with no single key.

I get up, dusting off my clothes
I look around, there's no one there.
Just a little dog limping down the street
I walk into the mirror of life's crazy treat.