Gay Parade

The telephone ain't ringing
Whose praises will you be singing
When you're standing on the outside
And the work goes on without you?
You've suddenly lost your function
Your eyes so filled with deceit
The scene must be dead for sure
When you're standing on the outside
And the world goes on without you
Where did the good times go?
Why can't they be like days of old?
You had some pretty big ideas
And I'm sure you still do
And the world goes on without you
A circle unbroken without you
You insist on blaming everyone else
Did you ever think to blame yourself?