the man on the street --
  he doesn't know my name
  but i am sure we're not at all the same
  man on the street -- ou know he looks like me
  but he'll never know all the things i've seen
    see him and there's no enmity --
  sometimes there's jealousy
  but would you be him? i don't think so
  no a hair is out of place -- he sets the pace
  and he's a step ahead of me
    the man on the street --
  he doesn't look at me
  and if he did i wonder what he sees
  he might be kind; he might be alright
  are his concerns so far away from mine?
    see him and there's no problem --
  thought he always looks so cold
  but would you be him? i don't think so
  not a stich out of place -- he sets the pace
  and he's just a step ahead
  he keeps a step ahead of me
    he lives as expected
  secure and protected
  the world won't affect him
  and so i reject him now
    i feel so different, though i might no look so
  you can wear the costume, but do you march in time?
  there's so many targets in the world to see
  feel the dirt of rebellion beneath your feet!