Low Flying Birds lyrics

(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