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