In the Grip of a Tyrefitter's Hand

You've got your feelings

And 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 that plunder

And that feeling down under

It tends to gnaw at you

We're in the grip it's a total eclipse

And 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 tyrefitter will not stop

He's bleeding your brain

He'll drive you insane

Nobody is making a move

He'll give you a pen, but he's got him his gun

Yeah the tyre man is oh so shrewd

I'm licking my wounds and I'm mending my bones

And catching the wind out of town

We're all in the grip of the tyrefitters hand

And it's doing me some harm

We're running away and it just ain't the way

You gotta get it into yourself

Watch what we do, yeah we gotta make do

And hide it away on a shelf