Lyrics:

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 that plunder, that feeling down under
It tends to gnaw at you
We're in the grip, it's a total eclipse and the tyrefitter's got you, oh


Now let me explain this feeling of pain
Comes from the man at the top
His grip is so tight and his political might
The tyrefitter will not stop
He's bleeding your brain, he will drive you insane
Nobody is making a move
He'll give you a pen but he's got him a gun
Yeah, the tyreman is, oh, so shrewd


Yeah, I'm licking my wounds and I'm mending my bones
And catching the wind out of town
We're all in the grip of a tyrefitter's hand and it's doin' me some harm
We're running away and it just ain't the way
We gotta get it, do it yourself
Oh, watch what we do, yeah, we gotta make due
Then hiding away on the shelf