It seems like some good people do get messed up on their chances Ain't no doubt it's all been planned out before they were born Always goin' up that long downhill road always at the little end of the horn
Oh the little man don't count they look right over his head And they turn him and they burn him any way they can Just somebody's leanin' post everybody's underdog Oh heaven help cause no one else will the little man
It seems like people would get tired of lookin' down on people It's seems like people got to have someone to kick around Always feelin' like they need to be looked up to And always someone there when they look down
