| When I’m in the crowd, I don’t see anything
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| My mind goes a blank, in the humid sunshine
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| When I’m in the crowd I don’t see anything
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| I fall into a trance, at the supermarket
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| The noise flows me along, as I catch falling cans
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| Of baked beans on toast, technology is the most
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| And everyone seems just like me
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| They struggle hard to set themselves free
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| And they’re waiting for the change
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| When I’m in the crowd, I can’t remember my name
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| And my only link is a pint of Wall’s ice cream
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| When I’m in the crowd — I don’t see anything
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| Sometimes I think that it’s a plot
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| An equilibrium melting pot
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| The government sponsors underhand
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| And everyone seems that they’re acting a dream
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| 'cause they’re just not thinking about each other
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| And they’re taking orders, which are media spawned
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| And they should know better, now you have been warned
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| And don’t forget you saw it here first
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| And life just simply moves along
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| In simple houses, simple jobs
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| And no one’s wanting for the change
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd
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| When I’m in the crowd |