And he walks among men, just a little higher up And he can take away your fear if you think you've had enough Don't have to advertise anything In a state of nondependence he can finish off your sentence And he dresses evil black, a little bottom of the sack He's a bona-fide better man And it shows from his attitude down to his clothes He's a satellite, look at him go In a state of nondependence he Walks among the thieves State of nondependence here What a guy, what a great effect he leaves All the little girls they think he's a little too cool Maybe that's why they leave him alone But he's tired and used to freedom, he says And he don't talk much ‘cos he thinks it gives him some kind of style To the point where he doesn't quite recall What kind of opinions he has And it shows from the white dust surrounding his nose He's a fighter that's affording the blow In a state of nondependence he Walks among the thieves State of nondependence here What a guy, what a great effect he leaves He knew so much about what I got to know He knew so much about what I got to know He knew so much about what I got to know He knew so much about what I got to know He knew so much about what I got to know He knew so much about