Comfort the weak and feel the poor. What on earth do we need government for?
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.
Take a look around, there are misfits everywhere.
Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.
She can't see me staring at her cause I'm always wearing shades.
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.