(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