I'm finding hard to share this beloved tale
While they're playing with my mind
This promiscuous overcrowding
Has create a holy bind

I'm gonna rob so hard, their supposed innocence

Hey preacher I must confess
I didn't expect you here
Hey sinner you dig your own hole
For so long now

They rather be blind than wrong, they rather
They rather be blind than wrong

I'm finding hard to bear the brightness and the pale
Since the tailors have sewed my rights
And I'm finding hard to share this beloved sale
For the love of my kind

They rather be blind than wrong
They rather be blind than wrong