Second Hand People

 See the cracks upon the wall 
 We do not know the meaning of it all 
 Ain't no fire to warm my feet 
 Ain't got a nickel for a bit to ear 
 We're not workin', we're not slavin' 
 Ain't worth the prayin', 'cause we're not worth savin' 
 Second hand people, tall as a steeple 
 Softer then treacle, in a pond are we 
 Second hand people 

 Ain't no mirror to comb my face 
 Just keep on going from place to place 
 Ain't got no lights above my head 
 Don't even bother to leave my bed 
 We're not livin' ,we're existin' 
 We're not movin' ,just resistin' 
 Second hand people, tall as a steeple 
 Softer then treacle , in a pond are we 
 Second hand people , tall as a steeple 
 Softer then treacle ....

 ©1966 Barry Gibb
danke an Christian Piko.