I choke on my words as I speak

Brain damaged citizens file along the street

A view from my window

A motorway intersection

Exhaust pipes at pram level

Now playgrounds are carparks



Chorus

Wheels keep rolling round and round

Their feet hardly ever touch the ground

The tiger in the tank is a vile compound

Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound



I've got to breathe, lead free

Breathe, lead free



Chorus



I've got to breathe, high octane

Oh, oh, high octane



Wheels of Fortune keep rolling on

Five star fantasies of multi-storey power games

A money spinner



Bullets richochet just above my head

In a hole in the ground I make my bed

Wake up in the morning and find me dead

Load up my weapon and pump them full of lead