Released as b-side of land of confusion single, 1986.
You are terrified by the smallest sound Because you live your life in such a sheltered world As do those who surround you Well I have seen you stung by poisonous flies And you suffer much too much from their bites There you sit in your comfort watching other people get caught by the Storm
Many a thing that used to be a secret Has become so talked about Not worth a second thought Theres different kinds of secrets now Times change, its not enough to say It seemed a good idea a hundred years ago You think its not your problem It really doesnt matter at all
Every stone thats thrown must fall to the ground But you dont give a thought to where they might come down You are feeding the fire over which youll be roasted
Anywhere that they dont speak the same In any place that they dont think the same You think its not your problem No no
You think its not your problem It really doesnt matter at all Oh...
Maybe its not your fate to be a leader of men But you just leave it all to someone else and complain You could be so much stronger, but it really doesnt matter any longer Cos youre feeding the fire over which youll be roasted Cos youre feeding the fire over which youll be roasted