You don't know a thing about their lives   They live where you wouldn't dare to drive   You shake as you think of how they sleep   But you write as if you all lie side by side      Reader meets author   With the hope of hearing sense   But you may be feeling let down by the words of defense   He says, "No-one ever sees me when I cry"      You don't know a thing about their lives   Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley Knives   And if a fight broke out here tonight   You'd be the first away because you're that type      And the year 2000 won't change anyone here   As each fabled promise flies so fast   You'll swear it was never there   Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?      So safely with your software of miles from the front line   You hear the way their sad voice sings   And you start to imagine things   Oh, any excuse to write more lies