Pay For The Piano

People my people -- the cat in the steeple --

and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few

I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion

a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong

what I say?

Senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us --

we know that they know the score, it's there at the core --always been

and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice

while that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell -- ring a bell --

what I say?

Somebody's got to pay for the piano

Somebody's got to make sure we honor everyone

I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us

People my people, supreme to my equal

say not a word I know you're tired so am I, I could cry

you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card

lower your guard to unseen harm 'cos you're scarred, I can see

and the people that need you say the couldn't read you

you plant 'em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds

so you flee -- what I say?

So people my people -- the cat in the steeple --

and everyone here I know your fear like a friend -- I contend --

commandos commandettes, it wasn't a sure bet

but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can

It's a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice

I know what I'd like and I can't say anymore: Je t'adore

so break it down...