Well, I can't really say much about this. I suppose its an attack on people who just won't accept you for who you are!

The Placid Guy Express

(intro)

I sit on the skylight roof
Watch the busy world pass me by
People tell me i'm wasting my time
I just look at them in the eye

What right do they have
To tell me what to do
And how to do it...

I just tell them
I'm a placid kinda of guy
I'm not fond of crazy people
And I don't like surprises...

(filler)

(build up through this)

I don't like the stars to shine
Too brightly...
I don't like my kite
To fly too high...

No, I do not believe
In the world like you dooooo...

(filler)

Let me be who I want
Let me sit down
Let me sit on the rooftop
of my studio down town
Let me look up at the
Dirty city air
Let me be a placid guy
Get out of my hair...

(filler)

Yeah, go on living your busy lives
Go on pounding streets
Like the bee at the door
Of the beehive

No, I do not believe in the world that you do
My mind works in different ways
There's just a few things i'd like to say to you
Why don't you get off my back
And go away

You say you can wake up next day
Let all the feelings brush away
And start again
I know you can't
I know your lieing...

(filler)

(build up through this)

I don't like the stars to shine
Too brightly...
I don't like my kite
To fly too high...

No, I do not believe
In the world like you dooooo...

(filler)

Let me be who I want
Let me sit down
Let me sit on the rooftop
of my studio down town
Let me look up at the
Dirty city air
Let me be a placid guy
Get out of my hair...

(filler)

(drum solo)

I love to sit up on the rooftop
Breath in pollution
Like you breath in promises

Why don't you come up and join me
leave your past behind
Why don't you come up and join me
Empty out your crowded mind, yeah

I used to believe that I looked good back then
I used to think I could drink hot coffee
You should be like me
Not a care in the world
You should be like me

Oooooh...

(filler)

(build up through this)

I don't like the stars to shine
Too brightly...
I don't like my kite
To fly too high...

No, I do not believe
In the world like you dooooo...

(filler)

Let me be who I want
Let me sit down
Let me sit on the rooftop
of my studio down town
Let me look up at the
Dirty city air
Let me be a placid guy
Get out of my hair...

(filler)

(drum solo)

(end)