NOBODY LISTENS Hey mister, don't point at me You shout rhetoric nonsense Like a pavlovian model Responding to his questions Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss You spend your time turning water into life As if you were god's foreman Is it any wonder Things seem so awry? The masses are cloaked in confusion? We don't have to think to survive So nobody listens Hey recluse, don't shout at me You proclaim yourself expert By extensions of the methods Detailed in your magazines Hey downer, don't prey on me We've all got bum raps that torment us day to day That we hoist on our own shoulders Is it any wonder People pass you by? Your plea for understanding Is heard as desperate lies? Nobody listens I can't help you . . . Is it any wonder Things are so inane? So many quests for compassion Are just for someone's personal gain So nobody listens to you.