Living your life like a bull in the trade
He doesn't know how it feels
Under my thumb like a bone under nail

She's in the know, how's it feel?

Live your life under machine guns

Canary down the mine

Maybe I'm on the lever


Spoiling my broth like a radio kid
Programmed computerised minds

Waving my luck under your nose
Like I found a four leaf clover


Turn the mirrors face the wall
Don't you feel a little weak?
And I'd catch you when you fall

But you're falling all the time
Do you need it anymore?
Or do you need a little more?