How can you say that you're not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction,
what should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity
...
Hide my face in my hands,
shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
Seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cameras and not enough food
'Cause this is what we've seen
...
Protest is futile,
nothing seems to get through
What's to become of our world,
who knows what to do — Driven to Tears
Don't think me unkind
Words are hard to find
The only cheques I've left unsigned
From the banks of chaos in my mind
And when their eloquence escapes me
Their logic ties me up and rapes me
...
Poets, priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions
Words that scream for your submission
And no one's jamming their transmission
'Cos when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you ... — De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da
I woke up in my clothes again this morning
I don't know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctor's warning
He does the best with me he can
He claims I suffer from delusion
But I'm so confident I'm sane
It can't be an optical illusion
So how can you explain
...
And if you see us on the corner
We're just dancing in the rain
I tell my friends there when I see them
Outside my window pane ... — Shadows in the Rain
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