You got your feelings

Your old fashioned feelings

About the world and its ways

No retribution

No simple solution

I think we're caught in a maze



And all the plunder

That feeling down under

It tends to gnaw at you

We're in the grip it's a total Eclipse

The tyre fitter's got you



Now let me explain

This feeling of pain

Comes from the man at the top.

His grip is so tight

His political might

The tyre fitter will not stop



He's bleeding your brain

He'll drive you insane

Nobody making a move

He'll give you a pen

But he's got him a gun

The tyre man is oh so shrewd



I'm licking my wounds

And mending my bones

And catching the wind out of town

We're all in the grip of a tyre fitter's hand

It's only doing me harm



Running away

Just isn't the way

You got to get it yourself

Watch what we do

We just gotta make do

And hide away on the shelf