Hypocrites! I'm gonna do it blind Your messiah was never mine Pay the ferryman, pay the fucking driver Pay the preachers and pay the fucking liars I'm not gonna pay it's already mine Weeping rows of Jeremiah

It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time. He will try to make it so you lose. When you think you got good buddies, They will spin around and cheat you blind. Double crossing man is mean, Double crossing man, You'll fill your mind with

If you're leaving close the door I'm not expecting people anymore Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale When a blind man cries, Lord, you know

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream Make it the cutest that I've ever seen Then tell her that my lonesome nights are over Mister Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mister Sandman, bring us a dream Give her

Odetta, don't you know That you saved this young man's soul? And he can watch you getting wise And you can watch him growing old Along came a morning of another Blindsided by your sweet surprise You were always tryna fill the void, my brother A habit so

I will follow If you walk away, walk away I walk away, walk away, I will follow I was on the outside when you said You said you needed me I was looking at myself I was blind, I could not see A boy tries hard to be a man His mother takes him by his hand

I'm a blind man When a blind man cries Lord, you know If you're leaving, close the door I'm not expecting people, anymore Hear me grieving, lying on the floor Whether I'm drunk or dead, I really ain't too sure And my world is pale There ain't a sadder

Time what is time Then time is time again When the moonchild is crying And silence has broken The darkest truth The things she remembered Had never been her own Replicant or human I know the way to show

'Cause it's not too late Sometimes a man, he gets carried away, When he feels like he should be having his fun And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one So I'll wait for you and

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close