Do you ever feel like some do that you may as well be dead
That times on you are getting tougher and even tougher days ahead
That your mind from stress too damaged for even a psychiatrist to repair
And you do not care about your appearance and you do not comb your hair.
And you feel a rank outsider living in a no hope Town
where people choose for to ignore you don't even look you up and down
Here you will be an outsider even till your dying day
You will only be a local when amongst their dead you lay.
Of a brighter and a happier future you no longer seem to dream
And in shopping malls and public places you must struggle not to scream
For you are living in a hostile World 'tis a rat race out there
In your dreams you hear them scratching rats around you everywhere.
On the news you hear some ageing politician talk of a fair go for all
And the good years of the sixties with great fondness he recall
To his god he is devoted and in church to him he pray
Still he send young men to be killed or to kill for him to a Country far away.
Just to keep yourself from going mad you must struggle every day
And your heart is full of anger and your mind's in disarray
And the Postman never brings you good news just another bill to pay
Life for you is such a struggle though for many 'tis that way.
Do you ever feel like some do that you have been cursed by despair
And of problems and of worries you have had more than your share
And your sad lack in money on you makes life far more tough
But you want to go on living though you feel you've had enough