You are terrified by the smallest sound   Because you live your life in such a sheltered world   As do those who surround you      Well, I have seen you stung by poisonous flies   And you suffer much too much from their bites   There you sit in your comfort   Watching other people get caught by the storm      Many a thing that used to be a secret   Has become so talked about   Not worth a second thought   There's different kinds of secrets now      Times change, it's not enough to say   It seemed a good idea, a hundred years ago   You think it's not your problem   It really doesn't matter at all      Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground   But you don't give a thought to where they might come down   You are feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted      Anywhere that they don't speak the same   In any place that they don't think the same   You think it's not your problem, no no      You think it's not your problem   It really doesn't matter at all   Ohh      Maybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men   But you just leave it all to someone else and complain   You could be so much stronger   But it really doesn't matter any longer   'Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted   'Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted