We go about our business Statistics on our side We wear our flags Filled with national pride Babies in their cribs Envy of the world Jet plane circling above It's pa**ed I am sure Magazines in the mail And nothing else Saw a film at the mall Still doing well At least two counties away At least for today My eye's peeled anyway keeping muggers away Everything seems so blind New York hate of mind Go to work Show my card at the gate Face on the wall That disappeared on the date His Spanish was perfect So they say Looking for the envelope With his fake name I'm an okay dad I must explain Not everything's clear Evil often gets its way While we ail from the sickness We try hard to forget Such a blessed existence We may realize it yet Everything seems so blind New York hate of mind