They said you were bright

Had stars in your eyes

They said you were bright

Had all the ideas in your head



Under the wheel

For all those years

Under the wheel

For all those tears



But now they all stand back and shout

Go on you creep, go on get out

Oh my god what are they on about



And I think I'll get on back home to my mother

Yes I think I'll get on back home to my mother x2



It doesn't seem real

The way things turned out

It doesn't seem real

Now your heads full of doubt



But now they all jump back in fear



As if I really care

They just stand and stare

It's not fair...

It's not fair.

It's not fair!!...



Cold and silent you lie in the dark waters of the stream

Shame and suffering have passed

But death, glorious death is just another bed to sleep

Yes death, glorious death

Is just another appointment to keep