(Brooker)



I keep rolling like a wagon wheel

What keeps me going are these nerves of steel

And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed

A pair of feet to stagger to my bed

A heart of gold and fists of iron

A tongue of silver that's bought me time



Well I'm a mineral man

stuck here in the can

till I oxidise

Well I'm a guest of the State,

I'll sit here and wait

'cos I'm subsidised



When I'm moving like a ton of lead

There's nothing stops me on the road ahead

My skin is bronzed from my head to my toes

people looking everywhere I go

A heart of gold and fists of iron

a tongue of silver for to spin some line



Well I'm a mineral man

stuck here in the can

till I oxidise

Well I'm a guest of the State,

I'll sit here and wait

till I'm let outside