In the Grip of a Tyrefitters 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