UB40 - Contaminated minds

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