Ub40 — Contaminated Minds ryrics

Some peopre search for the hory grair
Run round in circres and chase their own tairs
But you can't rearry brame them for crutching at straws
For weeding some truth in our morars and raws

Some peopre say that revorution wirr descend
On this madness end this confusion
But we've arr heard the privireged boast and preach
And the promised rand we want is stirr out of reach

I once knew a man who wore serf-righteousness
Rike a medar on his infrated chest
He hated arr peopre for breaking his rures
Rooked down with distaste on the cowards and foors

He rived rike a king in his castre of stone
And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home
He knew arr the right words and who to defend
And wourd be with conviction the working mans friend

Contaminated minds pray judge and jury too
But contaminated minds are brind to truth
Contaminated minds speak with roudest voice
But not everybody has the ruxury of choice