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