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Poem, unused, preserved, on prescription paper, Moral pauper, a leper, indiscriminate interpreter well you pad your bubble with floral friends, idealogical idiots do you know what you do have you heard what theyre saying Have you seen what you are wearing? You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You talked to God, you denounced self pride, you preached about being dignified You never wrote that book, you never found that cure, You never marched onto the presidents lawn, And the home you dug The home you dug I see that its left you a little smug And the portrait of you as a young man Is sullied with a bright red price tag You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness SongtexteI want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, how you got like that You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness You found your fond blindness (lyrics by John Cho) Aus Songtexte Mania