Out of Sight, Out of Mind

A deadbeat vagabond Who's roamed the streets too long He feels misunderstood We walk by without a look As winter turns to spring In sunny Milton Keynes They cleaned it up real good It's empty where he once stood Out of sight, out of mind 'Cause it's not my job in this country to be kind Out of sight, out of mind 'Cause it's not my job in this country to be kind Are you always honest? Have you ever sinned? And when you have nowhere to go Does someone let you in? He's desperate for some shelter He's bones covered in skin I wouldn't wish it on you To be in the state he's in Out of sight, out of mind 'Cause it's not my job in this country to be kind Out of sight, out of mind 'Cause it's not my job in this country to be kind Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind Out of sight, out of sight Out of mind, out of mind