(brooker)
i keep rolling like a wagon wheel
what keeps me going are these nerves of steel
and two good hands to keep me clothed and fed
a pair of feet to stagger to my bed
a heart of gold and fists of iron
a tongue of silver that's bought me time
well i'm a mineral man
stuck here in the can
till i oxidise
well i'm a guest of the state,
i'll sit here and wait
'cos i'm subsidised
when i'm moving like a ton of lead
there's nothing stops me on the road ahead
my skin is bronzed from my head to my toes
people looking everywhere i go
a heart of gold and fists of iron
a tongue of silver for to spin some line
well i'm a mineral man
stuck here in the can
till i oxidise
well i'm a guest of the state,
i'll sit here and wait
till i'm let outside |