living your life like a bull in the trade
he doesn't know how it feels
under my thumb like a bone under nail
live your life under machine guns
spoiling my broth like a radio kid
programmed computerised minds
waving my luck under your nose
like i found a four leaf clover
live your life under machine guns
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 a little more
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 a little more