Living your life like a bull in the trade   He doesn't know how it feels   Under my thumb like a bone under nail   She's in the know, how's it feel?      Live your life under machine guns   Canary down the mine      Maybe I'm on the lever      Spoiling my broth like a radio kid   Programmed computerised minds   Waving my luck under your nose   Like I found a four leaf clover      Turn the mirrors face the wall   Don't you feel a little weak?   And I'd catch you when you fall   But you're falling all the time   Do you need it anymore?   Or do you need a little more?