Edward Ka-Spel - Eye Contact lyrics

Toothpaste on his collar There were creases in his shirt And someone stabbed a f*g out on his coat It made a hole; it didn't hurt He never noticed Squashed inside the train The elbows in his ribs Complaints And smells of garlic perspiration As the stations flew No one talked No one looked His face turned china blue He tried to push; he couldn't move He tried to scream; no sound came through Was heaving, bleeding from the inside He died, still standing No one noticed No one cared They'd steal a glance, but never stare It never pays to stare