Spit and the clay, when washed away Gave the blind man sight New eyes couldn't comprehend the sun That by light ended the night Shackled in blindness since his birth Whose sin, was it him, what's it all worth
Now with eyes wide open they Interrogate him Saying who is he Do you believe what that man is saying Who do you say is he
All I know Is I was blind, he said And now I see All I know is he healed me
I sit here today So I say that I believe in him Yet I cannot fathom the wind-like way That's made me new again
Shackled in blindness since my birth Whose sin, was it me, what's it all worth.
Now new from the womb They interrogate me Saying who is he Do you believe what that book is saying How gullible can you be
Darwin may tend to disagree I don't know Marx is writing a drug I need Still I don't know Freud analyzes in my head Nietzsche's saying God is dead But I'm saying
