J.Smith

There's a man on the street,
And he looks at his feet form his window.
And he sweares at the sun,
And he curses the moon for its shadow.

Ohh..

Take a leaf from his book
Take a thread from his suite
He's a new man

And he prays to his god
That he reaps his reward
For his new plan

Oh, the mould has been cast
The radio's in the bath
Yeah yeah yeah

Ohh..
Ohh..