Living your life like you're born in a tree,
he doesn't know how it feels,
under my thumb like a bone and a nail,
she's in the know, how's it feel?
Live your life, under machine guns,
canary diamond mine, (?)
maybe i'm on a lever (x3)
Spoiling my broth like a radio kid,
programme computes to as mind
waving my luck, under your nose,
like i found a four-leaf clover.
Live your life under machine guns,
canary diamond mine
maybe i'm on a lever (x3)
So the mirrors face the wall,
don't you feel a little weak?
and i catch you when you fall,
but you're falling all the time
do you need it anymore?
do you need a little more?
Maybe i'm on a lever (x6)
Turn the mirrors face the wall,
don't you feel a little weak?
and i catch you when you fall,
but you're falling all the time
do you need it anymore?
do you need a little more?