Hanging in my thoughts my body’s static, I don’t make no move at all Laying on my bed I see my shadow dancing but I still don’t move Don’t shoot the piano player, don’t try to stop him now, he’s just a poor man trying to get some tunes Don’t shoot the piano player, don’t waste the talent he’s got, he’s just playing but where’s the piano? I wanna leave, now, or maybe just stand here with my eyes fixed on the wall I can’t complaint ‘bout my brain that is trying to escape from my so fucked up world Don’t shoot the piano player, don’t even try to make some noise, I want to listen to his world Don’t shoot the piano player, don’t you see how he’s good? He can play even without piano