First rain of winter
First fall from grace
It's my first hallow echo
In the halls of praise

How could Samson
I thought he was blind as a bat
How could he have torn down
The temples like that

And how could little Caesar
How could he know whereof he spoke
When all of his wheels are turning him into a joke

Cause the blind are leading the blind
And am I amazed at how they stumble
Homeward through the haze

Got the soul of a ragpicker
Got the mind of a slug
I keep sweeping problems
Under my rug
All of my fine
My fine fair weather friends, yeah
Will have no more time
To make their amends

Cause the blind are leading the blind
And am I amazed at how they stumble
Homeward through the haze