Feeling the Pinch

Like a crow on a motorway, picking at scabs

Sees red when a blackleg, drives past in a cab

Like men in blue suits, with their sticks in their hands

And their feathers in their caps

Like fighting for blackstuff, like staying alive

Like a union of crows, their funds bled dry

And bossmen in lorries, are crossing the line

It’s only real when it hurts

You can trust when it hurts

You know now it’s been

Feeling the pinch

Wakes up from a dream

Trust how it hurts

Trust what you feel

Feeling the pinch

Wakes you up

Like a crow on barbed wire, we’re the enemy within

Like an unanswered phone call, we're ringing again

Like a picking bone, there's a hook in your brain

It only real when it hurts

Like a ghost town valley, like dust on a sheet

Like a cold empty shop, on a cold empty street

Like the crowd gathers round, when the ambulance screams

Your only real when you bleed.