People my people -- the cat in the steeple --
and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few
I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion
a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I`m wrong then I`m wrong
what I say?
Senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us --
we know that they know the score, it`s there at the core --always been
and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice
while that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell -- ring a bell --
what I say?
Somebody`s got to pay for the piano
Somebody`s got to make sure we honor everyone
I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us
People my people, supreme to my equal
say not a word I know you`re tired so am I, I could cry
you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card
lower your guard to unseen harm `cos you`re scarred, I can see
and the people that need you say the couldn`t read you
you plant `em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds
so you flee -- what I say?
So people my people -- the cat in the steeple --
and everyone here I know your fear like a friend -- I contend --
commandos commandettes, it wasn`t a sure bet
but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can
It`s a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice
I know what I`d like and I can`t say anymore: Je t`adore
so break it down...