Helpless Dancer

When a man is running from his boss Who holds a gun that fires cost And people die from being old Or left alone because they're cold And bombs are dropped on fighting cats And children's dreams are run with rats If you complain you disappear Just like the lesbians and queers No one can love without the grace Of some unseen and distant face And you get beaten up by blacks Who though they worked still got the sack And when your soul tells you to hide Your very right to die's denied And in the battle on the streets You fight computers and receipts And when a man is trying to change It only causes further pain You realize that all along Something in us going wrong You stop dancing Is it me, for a moment (for a moment, for a moment, for a moment) --- Helpless Dancer - The Who