Man In The Crowd - Junkies, Monkeys & Donkeys (1972) Heavy Progressive Rock/ Izrael
He the kind of man At roughness in the crowd And he's standin' on the corner Get died time He's the kind of guy Who only talk of love But he never speak Of quality or right time.
He no sadly walk And he no sadly talk But he never fight upon To keep time He will never find When his friends on the rock side And he's standin' all alone At the nighttime, yeah.
He's a kind of guy Whose whiskers on the gin Night it has a lot to find Into somebody else He's a kind of guy Who never gonna win 'Cause he always stand alone In the moonlight, yeah.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh.
We only can offer What we have to give We only can offer What we give.
We only can offer What we have to give We only can offer What we give.