Strawbs - Dancing To The Devil's Beat lyrics

Cousins The baker told the blind man I've been watching you for weeks Smiling when you cross the road. The blind man to his credit Was both generous and kind He never heard the bomb explode. They found his wounded wallet Hanging from the banker's sign His white stick was a crumpled mess. Remains of him were vaporised Apart from one big fist The banker never did confess. He sailed into the sunrise With a crw of lady boys Howling like a dog on heat. Money is the root of evil Join him on the deck Dancing to the devil's beat. The Minister for Pleasure With a flick of his own wrist Tossed a story to the waiting press. In truth we are determined He said through gritted teeth Government is handing the mess. The press reported little There was little to report Sickness spreading through the ranks. Disease was not contagious It paralysed the tongue The banker spat at them with thanks. The blind man showed remorse With his bent and twisted stick Wading in the blood around his feet. The Minister for Pleasure Was first up on the floor Dancing to the devil's beat. A lean and hungry colleague Asked me just the other day 'Who are you to criticize excess?'. I told him to his face He was hiding in a bubble Living out the dream of his success. Without his old white stick He was walking the plank Pirates to his left and right. While his heavy burden Had been lifted for a while His pot of gold was out of sight. No one gives him space In these twisted tangled times Contempt they say is bitter sweet. You will always find him Seething in the shadows Dancing to the devil's beat.