Golden Cattle

As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'

Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face

As the blind walk the blind
At the border-less highway
Who holds the chains?
Who bears the load?

Don't you be fooled
If my spirit's hung and broken
Stroll in the next life
Our fortunes are opened

And we're not to reach
If the sermon I have written
Stand on some sofas
Bear with our hands

And those who reach well
Will be farmed by some industry
It herds the golden cattle
Before insecure eyes

As the blind walk the blind
Through the blackness of freedom
Who writes the songs
That we all will be singin'

Who writes the books
When I lay my head down open
Swore to swear myself
Into your face