كلمات In The Grip Of A Tyrefitter's Hand

You got your feelings Your old fashioned feelings About the world and its ways No retribution No simple solution I think we're caught in a maze And all the plunder That feeling down under It tends to gnaw at you We're in the grip it's a total Eclipse The tyre fitter's got you Now let me explain This feeling of pain Comes from the man at the top His grip is so tight His political might The tyre fitter will not stop He's bleeding your brain He'll drive you insane Nobody making a move He'll give you a pen But he's got him a gun The tyre man is oh so shrewd I'm licking my wounds And mending my bones And catching the wind out of town We're all in the grip of a tyre fitter's hand It's only doing me harm Running away Just isn't the way You got to get it yourself Watch what we do We just gotta make do And hide away on the shelf