Circumstance beyond our control, oh-oh
The phone, the TV and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh-oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies
The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they’ve done to you
It’s private. Suffice it to say, it has little bearing on this horrendous crime.
Good song.