In the factory and shop he has tried to make a living
 [bad word] office block, he is hanging by a thread
In the summer of his youth he is lost in an office jungle
If he tried to understand he would be a human being

We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you, today, tonight
We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you, today, tonight

Simon Simopath is dead 
Like a diamond in the ocean
And his eyes without his face
Are extended to the sky
He is dreaming of a place that is slightly out of focus
If the earth was in the sky he would have his peace of mind

We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you, today, tonight
We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you, today, tonight

We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you tonight

We can help you 
we're gonna help you we're gonna help you
We can help you tonight