The Observation

On the sidewalk the people
Are hustling and bustling
They ain't got no time
So they think of the thing
That will fill in the space
In between a birth and death

Who're they kidding?

On the TV the people
Are mumbling and grumbling
They ain't got no hope
So they give out the news
That the world's got the blues
S.O.S. S.O.S.

Bless my soul

In the movies the people are identifying
They ain't got no season to split for no reason
And so they get by on the great community lie

On the sidewalk the people
Are hustling and bustling
They ain't got no time
So they think on the thing
That fill in the space
In between a birth and death

Who're they kidding?
Who're they kidding?



Credits
Writer(s): D Leitch
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