He can feel it everywhere… But he can not really hear… The sound of the unimportant person… They sit quietly in the back… Silently hoping for some slack… When they try to speak, They’re cut-off in a moment - and wildly attacked… And the little Bombay man… He’s got bad ideas and like intent… And he’s got you on the payroll, But he isn’t going to pay you… He cannot hear the sound of the unimportant person… May just have to take the disrespect … From a dazed and middle-aged, balding hack… May just try to speak… And hope to leave with you’re dignity intact… And though the hack can feel it everywhere… He cannot not really hear… The sound of the unimportant person… They can feel it everywhere… But they can not really hear… The sound of the unimportant person… Sitting in the back… Begging for some slack… They’re just cut-off in a moment - and wildly attacked…
