I see the innocent victims
Fighting to get to his door
No chain of events
Can shackle him down
He's not there anymore
Evil moves, evil ways
with his back to the wall
evil mind looking down
Without seeing at all
You ain't got a lot to say
Judging by the things you do
If only you could see the tears of pain
In the eyes of the world
Dust to dust by the million
Broken dreams in the ground
Aching hearts with the half dreams of hope
When their spirits are down
Evil takes, evil kills
With no shame or concern
Killing me, killing you
Watch the end of the burn
Maybe you don't understand
We don't need you anymore
If only you could see the tears of pain
In the eyes of the world
And in the name of religion
For the hate in our soul
For the blind
and the sick in the heart
War has taken it's toll
Evil moves, evil ways
With his back to the wall
Evil mind, looking down
Without seeing at all
Eyes of the world
Don't wanna, don't wanna cry no more
Eyes of the world
In the eyes
Eyes of the world
You ain't got a lot to say
Eyes of the world
Why's it have to be this way
Eyes of the world
Oh
Eyes of the world
We don't need you anymore
Eyes of the world
If only you could feel the tears of pain
In the eyes of the world
Ritchie: “I said: ‘Graham – your hair’s too short. The people who follow us like long hair.’ Graham replied: ‘I used to have long hair.’ I said: ‘Okay, but you don’t have long hair any more – it’s very short and you look like a cabaret singer. Can you please grow your hair?’
Ritchie continued: “By the time we were in Newcastle we actually had a minder on Graham’s hotel door to make sure he didn’t go out and get his hair cut. It was actually getting down to the back of his collar, and it was just beginning to be acceptable. Otherwise we’d have been crucified because we’d gone out on stage with our new singer who had short hair.
“But do you know what Graham did? He jumped out of the window, ran off and had a haircut! So it came to show time, we went on stage and I’m looking at the back of his head – he’d had like a military-style haircut. I was so close to taking my guitar off and going ‘whack’ across the back of his head. I was so angry! I was being pushed there… I was really being pushed.”
