Thin Ice — текст песни (Durutti Column)

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