I was slipping through the cracks
Of a stolen jewel
I was tightrope walking in two ton shoes
Now somebody is talking about a
Third world war
And the police said this was normal control

And the cradle was burning yesterday
Like somebody's best friend died
And I've been caught in a mind riot

I was crying from my eye teeth and
Bleeding from my soul
And I sharpened my wits on a dead man's skull
I built an elevator from his bones
Had climb to the top floor just
To stamp out the coals

And the cradle was burning yesterday
Like somebody’s friend died
And I ‘ve been caught in a mind riot

I'm tied within
I'm luck's last match struck
In the pouring down wind

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