Paroles de Thin Ice

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