One trouble shooter That we could fix on This fevered globe Was always meant to be A home from home But who's looking after
Lose face, lose face In your place
Could we all fight in An age demented With a white bright light That shines at night What have we invented? We all breath the same air Yet we all die for the air space
Lose face, lose face Standing in your place Lose face, lose face I bet you wonder if you're too scared Too scared to lose face Lose face, lose face in our place
A "pied a'terre" No phone connected So when you need him Can't even reach him
