The Village Junkie

Walking round the outskirts of town

You'd see him craving like a raven on birdseed

And they'd be crowding all around him like the Trevi fountain

They'd be waiting for his latest insanity

He knows their eyes are all upon him as he prowls the street

And one can only wonder,

Are you mad? 

Well I don't care what they try to tell me to do...

How about you?

If only they could see what I see!

They're all so law-abiding

They're crying for poor little me

Well I'm happy as can be.

Watch him go, that poor little soul

You'd see him raving and parading his lunacy

We'd always find him on the ground and give him sound advice

But he would simply shoot us down with his scornful eyes

He knows he's got a great advantage over our little lives

'Cause he's the only one who can say,

I don't care.

If only they could see what I see

They're all so law-abiding 

They're crying for poor little me

I know them! but they sure don't know me

They're all chained to their happy discomfort

As numb as can be

While I'm full of energy.

One day he walks into the local church to plead

We all hold our breath and await with excited foreboding

What was it he held in his hand?

We tried to understand

He needed some cash for an illegal prescription for morphine

Are you mad?

Are you mad??

No! Go to hell!

I'm all right!

Just shouted at the priest last night!

Why must you all worry my mind?