2. Dead In your youth you had your fill The curtain's closed, the silence still In your head you are the star But I can see you as you are Dead, you're so out of touch Dead, because you talk too much You think you're on higher ground with Intelligence so profound But I'm never coming down Your razor tongue has lost its rhyme The words are dull and out of time You make no difference to me 'Cause I can't teach the blind to see (hey) Dead, you're so out of touch Dead, because you talk too much You think you're on higher ground with Intelligence so profound But I'm never coming down Dead, you're so out of touch Dead, because you talk too much You think you're on higher ground with Intelligence so profound But I'm never... Never coming... Down!