Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.
lyrics
A man inside a big house
He's got a big mouth
He's got it all, seems so cool
His heart a dark lair
To wallow in his despair
Hides dying eyes with golden hair
And every morning he gets out of bed to be on time
Picks up the paper to avoid looking into your eyes
He's the hollowest man
He does the worst that he can
And every evening he does all he can to stay on line
Turns on the radio or television all the time
He's the hollowest man
He does the worst that he can
A man who gets excited
When people are divided
Needs the world to see, who he wants to be
He's lost his feelings
Chaos he's dealing
He's closed his mind a million times, oh how can that be?
And every morning he gets out of bed to be on time
Picks up the paper to avoid looking into your eyes
He's the hollowest man
He does the worst that he can
And every evening he does all he can to stay on line
Turns on the radio or television all the time
He's the hollowest man
He does the worst that he can
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