Contaminated Minds - UB40

Some people search for the holy grail

Run round in circles and chase their own tails

But you can’t really blame them for clutching at straws

For weeding some truth in our morals and laws

Some people say that revolution will descend

On this madness end this confusion

But we’ve all heard the privileged boast and preach

And the promised land we want is still out of reach

I once knew a man who wore self-righteousness

Like a medal on his inflated chest

He hated all people for breaking his rules

Looked down with distaste on the cowards and fools

He lived like a king in his castle of stone

And sneered at the man who worked hard for his home

He knew all the right words and who to defend

And would be with conviction the working mans friend

Chorus

Contaminated minds play judge and jury too

But contaminated minds are blind to truth

Contaminated minds speak with loudest voice

But not everybody has the luxury of choice