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