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...