hey mister, don't point at me
  you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model
  responding to his questions
    hey teacher, arrogance is bliss
  you spend your time turning water into life
  as if you were God's foreman
    is it any wonder
  things seem so awry?
  the masses are cloaked in confusion?
  we don't have to think to survive
  so nobody listens
    hey recluse, dont shout at me
  you proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods
  detailed in your magazines
    hey downer, don't prey on me
  we've all got bum raps that torment us day to day
  that we hoist on our own shoulders
    is it any wonder
  people pass you by?
  your plea for understanding
  is heard as desperate lies?
  nobody listens
    I can't help you...
    is it any wonder
  things are so inane?
  so many quests for compassion
  are just for someone's personal gain
    so nobody listens to you