i'm the man...

hey you! hey down there! can't you see who i am? i've got stripes on my suit, yeah that's right - i'm the man!

see you on the sidewalk – you’re hungry and cold but why should i give a damn...? i do what i want, because my bank balance says i can...

i work in an office and carry a stylish leather briefcase, but don’t think the spirit of me goes any deeper – there’s no love or passion behind this mask of a face…

and yeah i'm celebrating these things i think i'm creating...but look at the fruits of my labour - none of it means anything, in 20 years who’s gonna remember?

it's all nickels and dimes, with the devil lurking in the decimal...and i know what you’re thinking – will this really get me into heaven? well i guess hope does spring eternal...

y’see i'm building towers right up to the sky, nearly blocking out the sun, while the rivers and lakes run dry, leaving the chances of a fruitful future at best slim to none...

but that's of minor concern to a man such as me - i'll be long gone by then, so let's live for today, let’s live for me!

and sure, the kids of years to come might say they never had a choice, a chance like today, to shape and create the world they live in...but what about me? what about today? to ignore that would surely be a sin...

now i guess you think i should care more about what i leave behind, but my eyes are on my own prize, in anything else my interests have long since been resigned…

so when you see me in the street, notice the suit and just let me pass by, and remember to do for others what you can, because why should i care? i’m the f*****g man…