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?