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´re carparks
Wheels keep rolling round & round
Their feet hardly ever touch the ground
The tiger in the tank is a vile compound
Hold on to precious breath you are homeward bound
I have got to breathe, lead free
Breathe, lead free
Wheels keep rolling round & round
Their feet hardly ever touch the ground
The tiger in the tank is a vile compound
Hold on to precious breath you are homeward bound
I have 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 & find me dead
Load up my weapon & pump them full of lead
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