Lyrics Blindman - Boy George

Blindman

White lines on a dirty mirror
My reflection haunting me Dead eyes and desperation
And my hyprocrisy
You think youre so immune
Go dry your mothers tears
I disconnect from you
Your lying and your flying
I know you love me but keep away
Im feeling more like myself today
I dont need this drug
I dont need this fix
You better believe I can handle it Blindman blindman
Dark room strange company
Youre making the devil twitch
You look like a corpse tonight
So you think death is hip
I disconnect from you
Your lying and your dying
Youre my kind of circle
Youre my kind of freak
Youre my kind of loser
Lets be incomplete