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