Johnny walked down the lane
Saw a battered man on the ground in pain
Turned his head and shrugged his shoulders
And said it ain't his bloody business
The next day he graced the lane again
Tings were quiet and much the same
'Cept that they victimised him this time
Oh please, won't somebody help him
?(Please won't somebody help him?)
These are the dirty, the dirty corridors
Whatever's happened to 'Love thy neighbour'?
Down the drain for we don't care
Society decays in these dirty corridors
Bigotry and machination
To live without, we all must learn
All for one and one for all, let us all now answer to the call
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