Tekster:
10 000 Maniacs Blind Man S Zoo

In the dark night a giant slumbered Untouched for centuries 'Til awakened by a white man's cry "This is the Eden I was to find" There were lands to be

's more He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title for the Word he heard He so misunderstood though simple minded a crippled man To know this man is

Tell me what's gone wrong? I tilt my head there, under the faucet when I turn it on Dry as paper, call the neighbors Who's to blame for what's going on

sorrows carried long and carried far Taken to the wall It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain His hand's slipping down the wall for it's slick

: "Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted

long and carried far, taken to The Wall. It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain.

what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there's no complaining while he's

: In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were lands

s more. He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man