Just another

There's people living their lives on their mobile phone

But in the end it makes them feel more alone

And the dealer sees you coming, they sucker you in

They know everything that you know, who you are, where you've been

If I could change the way it is, then maybe I'd try

But I'm just another sucker taken in by the lie

While the smell of the sewer rises up in the heat

The smog in the city sinks down like a sheet

And the old guy on the bench hasn't moved for half a day

He's got nothing to go home to anyway