CONCRETE PEOPLE
Concrete people like to hide behind gold
Concrete people will collect what they're owed
Concrete people leave you out in the cold
Concrete people hate most to be exposed
Concrete people ain't got no souls
They traded them in for high priced clothes
Concrete people with their hearts of stone
Even sold out my beloved rock and roll
Concrete people never hang their heads low
Concrete people never let their feelings show
Concrete people keep their statues in rows
Concrete people always reap what they sow
But me, I ain't no concrete man
I mess things up every now and then
I slave for those who do me wrong
And I find relief in the rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Concrete people think I'm wasting my time
Concrete people never step out of line
Concrete people hate the shirt that I wear
Concrete people find me too hard to bare
Concrete people ain't got no souls ...
They traded them in for high priced clothes
Concrete people with their hearts of stone
Even sold out my beloved rock and roll
And me, I ain't no concrete man
I mess things up every now and then
Slave for those who do me wrong
And I find relief in a rock 'n roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song