In the Land of the Blind - Rick Springfield

The priest wears a black eye patch and fake Prada perfume

On his walking cane is the Holy Roman ring

He wants to blindfold you all alone in his bedroom

In the land of the blind the one eyed-man is king

Hosanna closes her eyes at Saint Peter’s urging

She tapes them shut so she can’t see anything

She don’t know it yet, but she’s no longer virgin

Here in the land of the blind, the one-eyed snake is king

The cyclops in the White House understands it

Keeps everyone snow blind from the great west wing

He knows your rules don’t apply here in the snake pit

It’s a land of the blind and the one eyed-man is king

Oh, every night you pray or is it wishing?

Cause you’re in no position to ask for anything

I’m guided by a warning light from heaven

Inspired by the violent Arab Spring

I nearly died once in a wrecked Porsche 911

But in the land of the dead, the dying man is king

You’re looking for someone to lead you through this

I’m standing here, let’s do this

Throw my hat into the ring

He sentenced me to eternity in exile

Then drew the battle lines with David’s sling

He gave every sightless clown a nuclear missile

In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king

Oh, meet me at your mama’s by the parkway

And I’ll free your soul from every apron string

In the execution hood you wore on Saint’s Day

We’ll join the land of the blind where the one eyed man is king