Helpless Dancer

When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires "cost"
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they're cold
And bombs are dropped on fighting cats
And children's dreams are run with rats
If you complain you disappear
Just like the lesbians and queers.

No one can love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who though they worked still got the sack
And when your soul tells you to hide
Your very right to die's denied
And in the battle on the streets
You fight computers and receipts
And when a man is trying to change
It only causes further pain
You realize that all along
Something in us going wrong...

You stop dancing.

I don't mind
Other guys dancin' with my girl
That's fine
I know 'em all pretty well...

Is it me, for a moment...
For a moment...
For a moment...
For a moment...