There's the image of a man
  Who commands a high opinion
  And he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin
    And beside him flanking closely
  Are the boisterous hollow masses
  Who lap up whatever trickles in
    This intercourse of nature
  This vulgar social pastime
  Reflects the lowest mark of our progress
    And the few who ride peripheral
  Maintain subtle advantage
  Fighting hard to abstain and redress
    Do you know your place
  In the big charade?
  Are you more than they?
    Leaders and followers
  Leaders and followers
    Recognition by proximity and a brand new face
  Just a smidgen of success pie and a pinch of social grace
  You can play with the big boys or you can tell them what to do
  But sooner or later there's another one like you
    The voyeuristic public
  Of which we're all a part
  Maintains perspective on the human play
    And while many have desires
  Of joining in the show
  Many turn and go the other way
    Tell me do you know your place
  In the big parade?
  Are you fear and shame?