Theres a kind of man That you sometimes meet Worlds passing him by On wing-ed feet He walks around With his senses numb If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become The kids all know him 'cause when they play He comes and shoos Them away He's irritated By everyone If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become The friends he had Are 'so-called' now They all slipped Away somehow He's had the blues Much more than some If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become He won't go to church Cause his faiths all gone The sweet singing of the choir Will only drive him home As for comfort He hasn't got a crumb If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become He won't go to church Its too loud for him now The sweet singing of the choir Is nothing but a row His hearts a prune When it once was a plum If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become If you know him Thats the kind of Man That I've Become