Lletres: Bee Gees. 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 eat.

We're not working,
we're not slaving.
Ain't worth a brain,
'cause we're not worth saving.

Second hand people,
tall as a steeple,
aofter than 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 living,
we're existing.
We're not moving,
just resisting.

Second hand people,
tall as a steeple,
softer than treacle,
in a pond are we
second hand people,
tall as a steeple,
softer than treacle....