Nobody (David Baerwald and Bill Bottrell)

I go armed to the teeth, and I wander the streets, confirming my worst suspicion
Lie awake in my bed, disguising my dread as concern for the human condition
I’m a God-fearing man, but I got blood on my hands
And I deal with the public, and I do what I can
To keep these thoughts of a plague at bay
The streets are filled with boys all crazy in the noise
Every single one a dupe of advertising ploys
They’re all blown out on dust and high-caliber toys
And they keep me in terror, and they keep me employed
And I’m nobody, I am nobody . . .
A federal team arrived at the scene, to impede my investigations
The President beamed to every TV screen, good news about the state of the nation
No rumors of war, not like times before, so why do I sleep behind a bulletproof door?
Drinking my thoughts of the day away . . .
“New York City, come on . . .”
My precinct crew has come unglued
And those little envelopes keep coming on through
And I talk too much, and I drink too much
But I’m paying my mortgage, and I’m paying my dues
And I’m nobody, I am nobody . . .
I got out of the army, I guess I didn’t know what to do
Came home, joined the police force
Still a young man, and I seen too many movies, I asked for the gang squad
What I didn’t expect was seeing children lying dead, standing helpless on the side
You ought to hear their mama’s cry . . . to nobody
Everywhere I go, I hear somebody say
“The drugs are brought in by the CIA!”
Who am I working for? Who do I protect?
Who do I talk to? There’s nowhere to connect . . .
Who am I? Who am I? I am nobody . . .
Nobody . . . nobody . . . nobody . . . nobody . . . nobody . . . nobody . . . nobody . . .
I am nobody, nobody, nobody . . . I am nobody . . .
© 1992 Zen of Iniquity Music and Ignorant Music (ASCAP)