Rob Getzschman - Face to the Ground, Palm to the Sky Lyrics

This guy lies on the concrete
Whatever the wail may be he
Repeats himself, "Somebody help me
"Oh god, somebody help me"
Prone beside the Chase-Manhattan
Automated Teller Machine he lies
Face to the ground and palm to the sky
Why recognize that his torments
Are more performance than pain
Which cease when he has a newspaper
And reads like a man on his living room floor
Before returning to the lie
Face to the ground and palm to the sky