BLIND MANS LANE You're going down Blind Mans Lane Don't think it's by any mistake Can't see the nails and broken glass When you get that flat You'll have to change that tire you're riding on Don't think it's a bit of bad luck Son As many before you This lane is named after you It's a place we all go I can talk till my anger has to run No need to hurt you by repeating myself We don't know Till we are put to a stop There ain't no going on Till you change that tire you're riding on That's what happens When you ride down Blind Mans Lane By: Roger Harkness
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