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