Seems like the blind lead the blind to the slaughter; it seems so black,
Does faith of a man reflect the action of a soul, or does a brother's eye reflect his own?
Ooh, Father, I've been there,
Ooh, Father, I've been there.
Children are dying,
Children are crying.
Ooh, Father, forgive them,
Ooh, Father, I've been there.
