When you run, digger, runner   Listener, thief, you carry it all with you   Today I woke up uncertain   And you know that gives me the fits   So I left this land of fungible convictions   Because it seemed like the pits   And when I say, "conviction" I mean it's something to abjure   And when I say "uncertain" I mean to doubt I'll not turn out a caricature   So I set off in search of my forebears   Coz my forbearance was in need   But the only job I could get in dear old blighty   Was working on the railway between selby and leeds   So I took a ferry to belfast, where I had cause to think:   They wanted none of my arm-chair convictions   But nobody seemed to mind when I was putting on the drinks!   And you didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   Ah, but they hate you, and they hate you 'coz you're guilty   So...I stayed out all night in Ibixa   By way of San Sebastian, where they said   'Yanque, you better watch what you're saying, unless you're sayin'   It in Basque or in Catalan!"   So all the way east to novi-sad   Where narry a bridge was to be seen   But mother Russia, she laid her pontoons on down   So I crossed over, if you know what I mean...   Then on the road to damascus, yes   The scales, they fell from my eyes   And the simplest lesson I learned at the mount of olices: everybody lies   And the french foreign legion   You know they did their best - but I never believed in t.e.   Lawrence, so how the hell could I believe in beau gest?   And you didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didnt think they could hate you, now did you?   You didnt think they could hate you, now did you?   Ah, but they hate you, and they hate you 'coz you're guilty   So...I spent a night in Kigali in a five diamond hotel   Where maybe someday, they'll do the wa-tutsi down in hutu hell   And I fell in with a merchant marine who promised to take me home   But when I woke up beaten and bloodied   I couldn't tell if it was Jersey or Sierra Leone!   And you didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didn't think they could have you, now did you?   Ah, but they hate you, and they hate you coz you're guilty...   And the knocking in my head, just like the knocking at my door   And maybe it was me or maybe it was my brother   But either me or me and him went down to the bar   Where I got seven powersin me for to give me the cure   But when seven powers failed to spin me   I had to get me seven more   And when I say, "me" I mean my brain   And when I say "give me the cure" I mean to kill the pain   And when I say "kill the pain" I meant to get the devil out   And when I say "devil" I mean the manifestation of doubt!   And you didnt think they could hate you   Now did you you didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   You didn't think they could hate you, now did you?   Ah, but they hate you, make no mistake - they hate you...