They all say he makes himself cold
A closed shop, a door with a lock
Nobody could ever hold the key
No takers are gonna' free him!

He looks good He wanders the markets
Just like the average Joe
But people around him can sense it
Bad Karma that he self imposed

Now he's not exactly sure what he can do
He is aging and no takers will cut through

He don't want his feelings betrayed
He don't want his memory erased

He holds himself with 'a dignity'
Only he can get himself off
He looks at himself in the mirror
All's ok'another day goes!

He don't give a damn about no one
'just get that next paycheck and go!
He can't stop to look to the smiles
'ain't got time to stop, say hello'

Now, he's not exactly sure what he can do
Etc

He don't want his feelings betrayed
Etc

Ahhe! Alright!
Shake the motherfucker down!

They all say he makes himself cold
Well, they should take a look at themselves!
They do! and we realise quickly!
Our culture is totally fucked!!

Now we're not exactly sure what we can do
We are aging and no takers will cut through!

We don't want our feelings betrayed
We don't want our memory erased!