Blind Man's Tears

One poor sad old man Trying to say what's already been said Sweeping out the gutters after serving people supper This old man he got his wise beyond years His old head bleeds out some blind man's tears Two varicose cold women Screaming through the night about the daylight Sipping gin and ginger while their kiddies missing dinner Those old crones know that there's no good fears They're bending over backwards drinking up A blind man's tears