In the Grip of a Tyrefitter's Hand

You got your feelings Your old fashioned feelings About the world and it's 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 tyrefitter'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 a gun The tyreman is oh, so shrewd Yeah, I'm licking my wounds And mending my bones And catching the wind out of town We're all in the grip of a tyrefitter's hand And It's doing me some harm Running away just isn't the way You got to get it, do it yourself Watch what we do We just gotta make do And hide away on the shelf