See the blind man 
At the dead of night
He can see, so he won't fight [bad word] scared like a swan in flight
On and on, looking for delight

But it's you, he'll hear [bad word] 
As this blind man tells the blind

See the children in the jungle zone
Black man woken 
Till your work is done
He can't hide, 
There's nowhere [bad word] 
Waiting for salvation [bad word] 

And it's [bad word] from far
Got a lonely mind to sell

Crime of passion, crime of pain
How long before I see you again
I've been free and I've been high
Got a soul, never ask my why