Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night   Just passing time beneath the lights   Up in town and all alone   Got no business so minds his own      The hotel room is lonely and cold   He might as well go for a stroll   Idly looking in a hi-fi shop   Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap      And they didn't even see his face   See him flinch or hear him groan   They didn't even see his eyes   One mean blow and on they ran      He put his fingers to his side   And felt his flesh was open wide   He felt the rent the blow had made   For the hand that fell had held a blade      And they didn't even see his face    See him stumble, hear his cry   They didn't even see his eyes   Just lashed out in passing by      What can it mean?   Who can makes some sense of that?   Did it mean a thing to them?   What can make a mind like that?      Though forty stitches helped him over   Who can live life over his shoulder?   He tried to put it in his past   And flew safe home back to Belfast      And they didn't see his face   See him stagger watch him fall   They didn't even see his eyes   They never knew him at all      Never knew him, tried to kill him   Never knew him, tried to kill him