Blind Leads the Blind Lyrics

The Blind Leads the Blind

It's a rock of these times, I said

Commentators are never common taters

On the edge and at the end

Fulfilling expectations

You know it's true, because

Mass appeal and no imagination

Yet imagine not having mass appeal?

Don't let the sun go down on me

The Blind Leads the Blind

Like a staple to the forehead, in time

You will find there is no reason or rhyme

So I say "moo"

You say "I do"

Like primitive pancake breakfast

You know it's true, because

Mass appeal has no imagination

Yet imagine not having mass appeal?

Don't let the sun go down

Don't let the sun go down

Don't let the sun go down

Down on me