Living your life like a bull in the trade
He doesn't know how it feels
Under my thumb like a bone under nail
She's in the know, how's it feel?
Live your life under machine guns
Canary down the mine
Maybe I'm on the lever
Spoiling my broth like a radio kid
Programmed computerised minds
Waving my luck under your nose
Like I found a four leaf clover
Turn the mirrors face the wall
Don't you feel a little weak?
And I'd catch you when you fall
But you're falling all the time
Do you need it anymore?
Or do you need a little more?