Lost and alone in the big city,
surrounded by a sea of people,
they know but don’t see me,
because they’re really sheeple.
Things are fine is my common line,
to let them off the preverbial hook,
they think like a vein australopithecine,
they’re most concerned about how they look.
On the lookout for the bigger better deal,
it doesn’t matter from which way it comes,
they don’t care what’s good or what’s real,
as long as the next deal has much bigger sums.