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Here I was I was down on the streetI was feeling blue suede shoes on my feetI nearly cracked under the pressureToo much of my time seemed to be dull leisureI wasn't going anywhere or just hanging aroundI was looking for an answer with the question still unfoundI had to search for something, find a clueI didn't know yet but I had something to doWhatever I was looking for I searched it everywhereEvery place I'd been I couldn't find it anywhereI realized this could be a clueIf someone wants to lie he won't tell you what's trueThere has to be a reason for hiding the truthThen I saw the answer hanging underneath the roofWall to wall ads, things we're told to buy& when you can't afford it they'll make sure you tryI'd like to turn my back on the system I am faced withBut the next problem is the one that's going to replace itAnyway, they don't need me anymoreNow they say I'm trash, but I've heard that once beforeThey thought I'd feel unhappy and ashamedAs they pushed me off the wagon of their money-making trainOK they don't want me, though I don't mind to workI just don't want to be exploited or treated like a jerkSo here I am I'm down in the streetI do what I want to do & that's OK by meI'm not going to crack down under any pressureI won't fall in that crap-trap of hating my leisure From Letras Mania