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...