Who was that on the window ledge?
Did he jump or was he pushed?
He left a note which no one read
In desperate hand the note just said:
"Never turn my back on society
Society turn is back on me.
Never tried once to drop out,
I just couldn't get in from the start."

The children all played clever games
The grown-ups gave them clever names
Turned them all from very young
On to the drug competition
Feed them T.V. everyday
Teach them just how they should play
For the ones that start to stray
Cut them off till they obey

Our little friend was not the type
To want to have to stand and fight
Bully boys all could pick
Upon the lonely little kid
The grown ups all looked hard and long
Said "He's got two feet he can stand on"
We never like the sickly ones
The boisterous ones are much more fun

He found it hard to socialise
Cos when he laughed or want he cried
In the wrong place he'd be chastised
An idiot to be despised
Never learnt to play the game the way
That your supposed to play
Never learnt the things to say
Or lock emotion safe away

Who was that on the window ledge?
Did he jump or was he pushed?
He left a note which no one read
In desperate hand the note just said:
"Never turn my back on society
Society turn is back on me.
All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong."
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"
"All the world can not be wrong
It must be me I don't belong"