Oh, I guess he doesn't see me.
I shake your hand, but you don't feel it.
I'm the invisible man I arrived at the event
in a t -shirt and jeans beanie on
my head shoes tearing at the seams screams
come from teams toward the model
on the runway the model speaks of gunplay
the audience hopes one day they
can be like him and maybe own a fancy
car with a chance be stars in a trance
far into another realm imitating what they've
seen on film and heard on tape
how absurd I take a lap around the room and
everybody's cheering it's ap pearing
The performance was the dime,
To find the answers, no response
I suppose it's my clothes so I turn
in a very nonchalant manner
And stammer off to find my friends
I'm struck by flailing limbs and sense
I'm making sounds but can't be heard
The trampoline continues,
me and the floor begin to merge
I grab a female by the ass
But she doesn't feel it so
I'm the invisible man, I shake your hand
I introduce myself but you don't hear me
I shake your hand but you don't feel it
I introduce myself but you don't hear me
You can't see me, I'm invisible,
Beyond the background or behind the scenes,
I find the means to stay out of sight now
With the bright mind like mine that's kind of hard,
but I lay low like a rug and avoid you like the red car
Guards a grill right beneath your nose,
but you probably never know you're standing right in front of me
I'm pointing my finger as you sing blow
and already know about the show
It only makes me chatter afterwards when we gather
rather the more I disappear we get to see you clear
Take a look in the mirror.
You stick out like a sore thumb
I'm the invisible man I shake your hand but
you don't feel it I'm the invisible
man I introduce myself but
I'm the invisible man I shake your
hand but you don't feel it
What was your name again?
You can't see me, I'm invisible.