Well they’re all so afraid of you
What you do with your mind
And they hide you and shut you away
Just to keep you in line
And thousands are waiting outside
Just to walk where you walked
Where you walked
And the newspaper’s screaming for words
From a boy who can’t talk
He’s just a boy who can’t talk
Well they offer you money
But money don’t mean much to you
And they feed you with flattery
To get you to show them the things that you do
And thousands are waiting outside
Just to walk where you walked
Where you walked
And the newspaper’s screaming for words