i'm conscious of you now    conscious although faintly    i'm conscious of you now    everything is hazy       i manufacture    what you are after    with no money    my body's broken       i'm conscious of you now    conscious father, god like    i'm conscious of you now    singing in the ringing shell      you're good, good, good    you give me fever    on a morning    i'm hardly breathing       i lost my grip    it made me sick    i never lose my temper   especially not in winter       shy to your eyes    they are dim like mine    we could do much better    than being so fettered       how can i truly say   that there's glory in this day    when i can't bring home    a decent day's pay       once they got your name    you're in wicked company