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