A kind of...

(there's something in this song / it's a song made for something there)
This man knows his job, he use to sleep and to have fun
He runs in a mob
He has no fear, no shame, no lust
(it's a thing all along / it's a long time for songs in there)
He use to live and never says a word, don't talk to him and he'll stay dumb
He has no opinion
He has no fear, no shame, no lust
He's so freaky, he feels fine
It's a kind of lazy, careless man