Out Of Fashion

When a man falls in the street, hits his head and falls asleep

And lies unconscious on the floor

The people walk on by, their's is not to question why

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

He's drunk, so come away, what would the neighbours say

Someone ought to call the police, of that I'm sure

He's bound to be all right and I'm late enough tonight

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

For compassion's sake he lies without insulin he dies

I was not to know and that's for sure

Someone should have intervened, I was busy don't blame me

Compassion's not in fashion any more

When men and women fight on the streets on Friday nights

In scenes that are repeated by the score

It's domestic, can't you see what's it got to do with me

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

I never saw the knife, I thought she was his wife

People head her screams but they ignored

And so she lay there in the dust, while he satisified his lust

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

And what happened yesterday, you can read about today

They found her naked but alive, though bruised and sore

And now they say she led him on, with the clothes she'd on

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

And life is like it seems, in all your weirdest dreams

Your arms are tired, your legs are red and raw

Just take a look around, when you're lying on the ground

Compassion's not in fashion anymore

No

Compassion's not in fashion

Compassion's not in fashion

Compassion's not in fashion anymore