What am I doing in a place like thisWhen itís painfully clear that my face donít fit? What am I doing acting identikit,When all I want to do is to be the opposite? Why am i, why are you,Whoís pretending just whoís fooling whoDo we go our way or join in their merry queue.What are we doing in the pouring rainWalking hand in hand, I gotta be out of my brain.What are we doing, is it all for showAre we drifting along, going along with the flow.I donít know, I wish I knewIs it me or you whoís foolingWhat a bore, whereís the doorAre we just for decoration? What am I doing to you? What are you doing to me too? What are they doing to us? Someone help me, tell me truly.What are we doing in a place like thisTrying to prove to the world that we really existStanding around with all the egotistsSticking out like a zit knickers all in a twist.Why are we? I donít know,Are we merely going with the flowTo prove, who we knowOr drifting along acting a part in a show? Why am I going through this? Why are you going through this too? What are they doing to us? Someone help me, tell me truly.So do we go our own wayOr do we join their merry queuePretending itís o.k.Them or us, whoís fooling who? Why are we standing in the acid rainWatching industrial waste trickling down the drain? What are we doing under the nuclear glowWhat we all gonna do? where we all gonna go? What are we doing? What are we doing?