Blind man groping in the city of lights

Verse 1

Thirty years on and I’ve got nothing to show

I was all fed up and heading out the door

I was all frustrated, slightly jaded

I was a blind man groping in this city of lights

What is it to you ?

What is it to me ?

I may be cut

But not ready to bleed

I am tiny

I am horny

I am whiny

I am a

Blindman groping in the city of lights

Verse 2

Thirty years on and I am loaded with dough

I may be rich but I am a tad too slow

I was awfully dated, intoxicated

I was a blind man groping in this city of lights

What is it to you ?

What is it to me ?

I may be evil

But I have beliefs

I am slimy

I am lonely

I am a

Blindman groping in the city of lights

Verse 3

Thirty years on and I have hit the floor

I can only get lower if I dig a hole

I am awfully faded, much degraded

I was a blind man groping in this city of lights

What is it to you ?

What is it to me ?

I may be low

But my spirits are high

I am lowly

Holy Ravioli

I am a

Blindman groping in the city of lights