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The common man don't count at all these days,
Has begun to feel that he's in the way,
That he's a sad, drab, store-closed, window display,
The common man don't count at all these days.
The common man got one thing on his mind,
Feels that his opinion is a sad waste of time,
Best if he sits quietly with others of his kind,
The common man got one thing on his mind.
But he can surmise between truth and lies,
Between chains and strong ties,
But not the mask of treacherous disguise,
The face of it goes way beyond his eyes.
The common man don't count at all these days,
Has begun to feel that he's in the way,
That he's a sad, drab, store-closed, window display,
The common man don't count at all these days.
