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Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights
Up in town and all alone
Got no business, so minds his own
The hotel room is lonely and cold
He might as well go for a stroll
Idly looking in a hi-fi shop
Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap
And they didn't even see his face
See him flinch or hear him groan
They didn't even see his eyes
One mean blow and on they ran
He put his fingers to his side
And felt his flesh was open wide
He felt the rent the blow had made
For the hand that fell had held a blade
And they didn't even see his face
See him stumble, hear his cry
They didn't even see his eyes
Just lashed out in passing by
What can it mean?
Who can make some sense of that?
Did it mean a thing to them?
What can make a mind like that?
Though 40 stitches helped him over
Who can live life over his shoulder?
He tried to put it in his past
And flew safe home back to Belfast
And they didn't see his face
See him stagger, watch him fall
They didn't even see his eyes
They never knew him at all
Never knew him
Tried to kill him
Never knew him
Tried to kill him, ay!
Never knew him
Tried to kill him
Never knew him
Tried to kill him