They say things I don't need to say
they play games I don't want to play
they see what I don't want to see
they are what I would never be
Deadpans - they never get enough
what is that they are dreaming of
they write songs from a sleeping heart
sign this it's gonna top the chart
Where am I gonna run to
a pack of stalking deadpans all around
Who am I gonna cry to
they deafen every wisper I would sound
A party with the music
became a dreadful mascarade
But now I'm gonna loose it
they never see me waving in parade
Not this time!