Sometimes I think about the ?/pain/?  The things I've seen and read  Sometimes I feel about the inhumanity  The dying and the dead  You wonder how they got that way  You know they beat their feet  There's some pretty strange people around  There's a lot I wouldn't like to kiss/meet/hold  There's things I feel passionate about  But they're things I'd rather not discuss  Unless you insist and I really must  It's all dashes to the masses, lust to dust  It's nonsense, really  It's a crying shame  The hot and the lame  The blind leading the blind  With the blinds down  The blind leading the blind  It's a crying shame  The blind leading the blind  The blinds down  Blinds down  Blinds