A deadbeat vagabond
Who’s roamed the streets too long
He feels misunderstood
We walk by without a look
As winter turns to spring
In sunny Milton Keynes
They cleaned it up real good
It’s empty where he once stood
Out of sight, out of mind
‘Cause it’s not my job in this country to be kind
Out of sight, out of mind
‘Cause it’s not my job in this country to be kind
Are you always honest?
Have you ever sinned?
And when you have nowhere to go
Does someone let you in?
He’s desperate for some shelter
He’s bones covered in skin
I would’t wish it on you
To be in the state he’s in
Out of sight, out of mind
‘Cause it’s not my job in this country to be kind
Out of sight, out of mind
‘Cause it’s not my job in this country to be kind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind