h help me help me h help me help me i m hitting the bottom and feeling lonesome high high low low the city s full of soul the problems no one knows the days are passing by and everyone wants to survive no one knows quite how or when or why the city s full of souls and our problems will grow the days are dragging by and everyone wants to see the light help me to find out how when or why h help me help me oh h help me i m going under isn t there someone we should just pass on by ignore his pleas and cries we should all dress alike model behavior s what they like what they want and need to keep them whole we should just drown ourselves in junk and sweet cocktails we should all act alike uniform behavior s what they like help me to find out how to break the mold and break their hold so baby lay your head on my shoulder and wait there s so much hate today h help me help me oh h help me i m going under isn t there someone 