THE ELEPHANT MANThey refuse to look on past My elephant man exterior But inside's what counts they said So why do I feel inferior? They can't see me for who I am All I have's this cloak A front, a show, it's theater you see There's a real strange bloke They won't let me sleep any more Can you hear their jeers? Whether laughing with or at It justifies my fears -- I'm a man and I've got rights -- To dignity and restful nights -- Not hounded by those watchful lights -- Lit by eyes that judge -- They're not God! Nor am I -- And so why is it that they try -- To poke and prod until I cry? -- Their cruelty knows no bounds They aren't more than rabid wolves So why do they feel superior? Don't they know it's what's inside counts Not this elephant man's exterior? |