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In The Grip Of A Tyrefitter's

Budgie
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