Under The Wheel (P Judd, T Finn) 7:49 Lyrics

 They said you were bright
 Had stars in your eyes
 They said you were bright
 Had all the ideas in your head

 Under the wheel
 For all those years
 Under the wheel
 For all those tears

 But now they all stand back and shout
 Go on you creep, go on get out
 Oh my god what are they on about

 And I think I'll get on back home to my mother
 Yes I think I'll get on back home to my mother x2

 It doesn't seem real
 The way things turned out
 It doesn't seem real
 Now your heads full of doubt

 But now they all jump back in fear

 As if I really care
 They just stand and stare
 It's not fair...
 It's not fair.
 It's not fair!!...

 Cold and silent you lie in the dark waters of the stream
 Shame and suffering have passed
 But death, glorious death is just another bed to sleep
 Yes death, glorious death
 Is just another appointment to keep