who on earth
do we think we are
Mankind Almighty
blah blah blah
we're called People
we wear nice clothes
what we are up to
God only knows
we were born naked
we dress to kill
beneath it all
we're naked still
the show's sold out
we're actors
in a knockabout
we hurt & hate
tho life is short
we long for love
that can't be bought
we think we're important
we think too much
what everyone wants is
we're only human
mortal clay
the flesh is weak
so let us pray
we talk & talk
& talk some more
but fall silent
at death's door
