What are you becoming? What have you become? Once you sang your own song Now you're dancing to the same drum What have you become? And what is that you're wearing? Money's ugly confidence You sacrificed the poem of your imagination For these pounds and pence Me, I take the cynic's role Throw scorn on your empty mind I've seen this monotonous world Make dull what used to shine You lost interest, you lost your spine Oh, that spine, fine, fine When there' nothing left On this plate you're handed You find yourself running the gauntlet Of all of these double standards It's very thin ice over which you're skating And after this black winter, the thaw