Blindsided - Intellectual

[Intro: Matt Hughes]

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!

Now somebody is out there on a streetcorner

Preaching about the evils of the people

Who are voting on the right

While I am in a kitchen chopping parsley and lettuce

And washing up the dishes till the end of the night

I stumble down the streetcorner

To buy myself a pony full of paint thinner, bourbon

A girly mag or two

And blah blah blah goes the man on the corner

I'll never understand how it relates to me and you

But what do I know?

And what do I care?

If I close my eyes

I'm blindsided

In a barroom the TV is flashing like a fire

And warning of the future like a prophet from the past

The radio is blaring like a siren in the corner

And telling you to prepare for an all out attack

The newspaper reads like a page of the bible

And tells us a tale of impending doom

But blind, deaf and dumb are we

And all we really care about is

Who can drink the most before he goes to the bathroom

But what do I know?

And what do I care?

If I close my eyes

I'm blindsided

But what do I know?

And what do I care?

If I close my eyes

I'm blindsided