Keep kicking the ball boy, nobody knowsnIf you're far from feelings or if you're too closenSpring walks with 7-mile boots as we speaknSo rub your allergic eyes and look at menI see the trace you leave, the blood on the groundnYou never call out, you just hope thatnSomebody sees what you're doingnAs you're choking yourselfnSoon it's all over, your life on the shelfnSo you say you live in hell?nWell you're like a satellitenYou're like a satellitenYou are like a satellitenYou sparkle in a voidnnAnd here they come runningnWith scissors and tapenMend it together or end up like they didnHead in a bucket, you blindfolded foolnEveryone's looking forward to meet younThough you don't believe it's truen'Cause you're like a satellitenYou're like satellitenYou are like a satellitenYou sparkle in a voidnnWell, one is born with a silver spoonnOne is born with a dollar-grinnHow could they possibly know what it means?nOne is born a liar and one is born a thiefnOne is born self-confident, one is born a shaking leafnOne is born a devil and one is born an angelnOne walks around uptight and one is calm and at easenAnd one was born into mennSo 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10nHere you come sliding back into my head againnJust like an orphan, you don't really belongnTake a deep breath now and try to stay calmnAnd something great will comenAnd we're all like satellitesnWe're all like satellitesnWe are all like satellitesnWe sparkle in a void