I keep sitting by my window, waiting for my life to arrive Counting on my fingers, waiting for the days to pass by I wish you would look at me and see the sadness in my eyes You built this house of media, pretty, but you don't feel it when we die You just keep on marching by, you just keep on marching by You just keep on, you just Make the money and then you're gone Still a toad man, you take what's right and make it wrong With the enemy cordoned up, lying at your feet How do you sleep? Oh, still a toad man, don't bother me Did you know these walls used to be filled with laughter? Did you know I'm through with hearing all your lies? Where has all your pride gone? Tell me what's the matter With you, with you Make the money and then you're gone Still a toad man, you take what's right and make it wrong With the enemy cordoned up, lying at your feet How do you sleep? Oh, still a toad man, don't bother me Where has all your pride gone? Where is all your pride? Where has all your love gone? Where is all the time you march on by? While we all cry in the hallway, I cry on my birthday Wondering why would I? Why would I? Why would I write a letter to you if I know that you won't read it? Why would I write a letter to you if I know that you won't read it? I said why would I write a letter to you if I didn't ever, didn't ever, never Why would I write a letter to you if I know that you won't read it? Why would I write a letter to you if I know that you won't read it? I said why would I, why would I if I know that I don't? *