Walking down the street
seeing people I won't meet
all wearing shoes on their feet
they are the same.
In the center of the town
there's a lady wearing a gown
With hair so long and brown
she is the same.
In the center of a party room
thinking of the pale blue moon
I see that I can only assume
they are all the same.
Walking through a department store,
I keep seeing more and more
of everything that is such a bore
it's all the same.
I know that I must take a stand
despite all that is at hand
and leave this mockery of a band
to be different.
