Cargo Songtext / Lyric

There's a whole full of old blind men pointing in on direction -
With their pockets full
So blind, they're tripping over their own deception - with their pockets full

Ya think I'm blind, I can see for miles
Ya think I'm happy 'cos I smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo
Ya think I'm blind, I can see for miles
Ya think I'm gonna fake this smile
But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with it's guts for cargo and it's pckets full

Too, too blind I wander in the wrong direction - with my pockets full

Ya think I'm blind, I can see for miles
Ya think I'm happy - but I can take this smile
And turn it loose to live an stones and air for it's own protection
With it's pckets full

Ya think I'm blind
Ya think I'm blind