(K GrimwoodE Idlet)
In the books that I've been reading,
They say exactly what they mean,
They don't say uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
They don't stutter, they don't mutter
They don't repeat themselves
They don't repeat themselves
They know exactly what they're doing, they know why
Who are these people? Where do they live?
They have so much to offer, they have so much to give
Who are these people? What do they know that I don't know?
Who are they?
In the movies I've been watching, everyone's beautiful,
Unless they're ugly and then they're really ugly
Acting like it all makes sense to be doing what they do,
They don't act anything at all like me and you
Who are these people? Where do they live?
I haven't met them in my travels, never went to school with them
Where are these keen minds with their perfect sentences,
Calm and collected, so full of confidence?
They're not sick unless they're dying,
They don't watch too much TV,
Their life's so action-packed that they may never get to sleep
Who are these people? What do they know that I don't know?
Who are they?
Recycle perfumed pages of a glossy magazine
Swim the random channels of remote control
Run a music marathon on late night radio,
A family photo album of the people I don't know
Who are these people? Where do they live?
I haven't met them in my travels, never went to school with them
Where are these keen minds with their perfect sentences,
Calm and collected, so full of confidence?
Who are these people? What do they know that I don't know?
Who are they?