This Ain't My Crowd Lyrics - Andreas Johnson

Down at the chambers she waves at the waiter 

while talking about a play that she read. 

She is painting her words like some old Russian poet 

forgotten of course, but ahead. 

Ooh yeah! 

She is at the top of the world now. 

Upon the hill there's a man with a view 

and he is talking about the book that he's writing 

from his window to the world he sees more 

than you do and it's all so very frightening. 

So he talks and he spits at society changes 

and people too big for their minds. 

The mirror of life is the God in his struggle 

but still he's walking around blind. 

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more 

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more. 

Thru a bottle of wine she is seeking a thrill 

from a man who calls himself Ted 

a brand new religion is up on the table and 

Ted is soon to be dead. 

An intellectual puppet with marshmallow shoes 

to step on every subject you bring. 

Now she travelled the world and she met all the famous 

but still she doesn't get a thing. 

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more 

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more. 

No, this ain't my crowd 

Out form the cold came a girl born in Silance 

making her way thru the crowd 

words ain't her weapon, and she doesn't have to 

justify everything to walk proud 

so brother believe me, ain't doin' no harm 

I'm just glad to be out of this place 

So before we decide to leave them all behind 

let's take a good look at her face 

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more 

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more. 

Hey, this ain't my crowd no more 

Now wait, wait, wait, this ain't my crowd no more. 

this ain't my crowd no more, this ain't my crowd no more 

this ain't my crowd no more