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