They've gathered in They barely have the room Some have come along just to say No one agrees, it won't be happening soon I think they're sick But who leads an interesting life? They're all just on that list Of folks not to be like I'm looking down on them In more ways than one Faces empty Pockets fat Wearing Their articles of faith In a trance cause it feels safe It feels safe I think they're sick But who leads an interesting life? They're all just on that list Of folks not to be like Afraid to admit What make you tick Faces are mirrors We must be sick