Βλέπουμε εξαθλιωμένους ανθρώπους στον δρόμο κι αν δεν τους αγνοήσουμε τελείως θα τους κοιτάξουμε με αποστροφή. Το χειρότερο απ' όλα; Το έχουμε συνηθίσει. Δεν μας συγκινεί καθόλου. Μπορεί να τους βγάλουμε και απατεώνες.
The boy stares through the glass
He's saying dollar dollar
Three lines of traffic past
We're trapped inside our car
His voice says dollar dollar
I turn to you to ask
For something we could offer
Three lines of traffic past
We pull away so fast
All my words get swallowed
In the rear view glass
A face pock-marked and hollow
He's saying dollar dollar
I can't look through or past
A face saying dollar dollar
A face pock-marked and hollow
Staring from the glass
He's saying dollar dollar
Three lines of traffic past
We're trapped inside our car
His voice says dollar dollar
I turn to you to ask
For something we could offer
Three lines of traffic past
We pull away so fast
All my words get swallowed
In the rear view glass
A face pock-marked and hollow
He's saying dollar dollar
I can't look through or past
A face saying dollar dollar
A face pock-marked and hollow
Staring from the glass
