Lyrics

He rides a bicycle
Thinks we don’t see
His greed

He trades in humanity
Prays on our need
Have a little faith in me
He pleads

In this land of mine
There are none so blind
One-eyed man is king

Beautiful Sunday
You owe it to me
With a wave of his hand we’re gone
(Goodbye, goodbye)
For a song

In this land of mine
There’ll be none so blind
One-eyed man is king

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