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 candle 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 to climb to the top floor just to stamp out the coals

And the candle was burning yesterday
Like somebody's best friend died
And I've been caught in a mind riot

I'm tied within
I'm luck's last match [bad word] 
In the pouring down wind