They do scare me These silent faces Cramming pre-dawn Commuter trains You smell mothballs Sweat and anger Let ’em be man And don’t tell jokes Hey man they’ve taught me to feel Green slime smeared on a child Bloody scurf over my eyes Where will the salmon spawn The car rides smoothly Turn on the radio Well I’m sure man You’ll feel much better They’ve got music Good-humoured DJs Think of your off-time And don’t ask why Hey man ...