He's taking his six o'clock run
He's getting things done
You've seen him around
He's in everyone's town
But he's underneath the radar
He's an alien in disguise
He came here in '45
He's living amongst us
He don't make a fuss
He's just sitting there quietly at the back of the bus
She's not trying to hustle
She's not in need of any kind of muscle
She's not looking for any fun
She's a creature of a different sun
She's an alien in disguise
She came here in '45
She's living amongst us
She don't make a fuss
She's just sitting there quietly at the back of the bus
She does an honest day's work
For an honest day's pay
And she wonders when
All that went away
Now she needs all kinds of money
To rent a shoe box in the city
She really thinks that it needn't be
Such a matter of great complexity
But she's just an extraterrestrial
What would she know
What would she know
Look over there there's someone
Ever so pleased with themselves
Outstanding achievements litter their past
And nobody cares
They're talking amongst themselves
They've got all the books and they've got all the shelves
The bodies are in their basement
Treated with contempt by most of their children
Most of their children sincerely despise them
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They say there ain't no shame in being shameless
If it pays the bills
Monetizing hatred all day long
Well it's the end of the road for me
My story's already been told
It's the end of the road for me
Mrs Jones
I got that greed
I got that somnolence
Maybe it's a question of confidence
Eyes wide open fast asleep
I won't tell you any secrets
That you can't keep
That you can't keep
Eyes wide open fast asleep
I won't tell you any secrets
That you can't keep
That you can't keep
It's the end of the road for me
My story's already been told
It's the end of the road for me
Mrs Jones