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 knaw 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 ruinning 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