Tell Me...

He's the kinda guy
who doens't like to get hurt
goes to the mosh pit
in a "casual observer" t-shirt
You know he likes the girls
but he won't flirt
How he loves his plays
not into anything unrehearsed
oh, no

He's the kinda guy
who always seems to cry
doesn't want any more pets
'cause it would be too sad when they die
Doesn't have many friends
'cause too many people lie
Emotions aren't to be wasted
not into long goodbyes
oh, no

Tell me, what kind of person are you?
Tell me, if what you're saying is true
I'm so confused,
its hard to know what to do
and this is just another day

He's the kinda of guy
who likes to wear his hair long
Tries to find the meaing in the words,
gets lost within a song
Doesn't know if he's right,
prays he isn't wrong
Always quoting Rodney,
"people, can't we just get along?"

Tell me, what kind of person are you?
Tell me, if what you're saying is true
i'm so confused,
 it's hard to know what to do
and this is just another day...
             1985