The streets are filled with routine today   I can see it in their faces,   I Couldn't even chisel a smile to greet a stranger   When our eyes caught passing      But your eyes they turn away,   Oh could it be from shame or pity,   But I know inside what it means to be a man,   Don't have pity for me   Well don't have pity for me   Well don't have pity for me   Well don't have pity for me, cause' I'm not sorry      The professional people running to their holes   To their borrowed buildings   To their borrowed spaces   Minutes early everyday   Well you wouldn't want to miss your own funeral   Sitting back in your big old chair   Sliding down your first cup of coffee   And then you glance at the sign on the desk that says awful empty man,   Don't have pity on me   Well don't have pity for me   Well don't have pity for me   Well don't have pity for me, cause' I'm not sorry      Let's take a walk down a back street   Are you afraid of who or what you might meet,   Well your mind it holds the demons but your attitude creates them   Must everything be judged by   material equations Added up by   A one dimensional man who thinks this world is his market   What can I make,   What can I take   And you   Have pity for me