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It's all out on the streets today but you, you've found a place to hide |
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Too busy with the ratrace, you pass by on the other side |
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Yours is the face of the brand new Britain with blinkers on your eyes |
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Find yourself position and cling on for dear life |
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You're so frightened, everybody's so frightened |
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The papers tell of rape and murder, everything that you want to hear |
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Bad tidings on the radio - you find a way to name your fear |
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So you never pick up hitchhikers, never talk to strangers |
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Believe the world outside your bolted door is evil |
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You're so frightened, everybody's so frightened. |
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You are just a victim of your own bad dreams |
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While people are the same as we've always been |
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But through the blindness in your eyes |
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For just one minute I see them shine |
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Love me . . won't you love me? But they all turn away |
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You never fight for anything, you always turn your face away |
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And you never get involved in trouble let all evil have it's way |
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So as the girl screams in the street below, you turn up the television |
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Perhaps you'll see it on the news - well it's nothing to do with you |
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You're too frightened, everybody's so frightened |
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Why is everybody so frightened? |
