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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