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Fad Gadget Under The Flag Wheels Of Fortune I choke on my words as I speak Brain damaged citizens file along the street A view from my window A motorway intersection Exhaust pipes at pram level Now playgrounds are carparks Chorus Wheels keep rolling round and round Their feet hardly ever touch the ground The tiger in the tank is a vile compound Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound I've got to breathe, lead free Breathe, lead free Chorus I've got to breathe, high octane Oh, oh, high octane Wheels of Fortune keep rolling on Five star fantasies of multi-storey power games A money spinner Bullets richochet just above my head In a hole in the ground I make my bed Wake up in the morning and find me dead Load up my weapon and pump them full of lead |
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