It’s like black tar
It keeps me down
And in the heat of the sun
it burns
When you try to pull me out
It’s like tightropes
To fall from one to the next
From the Empire State
Right down to the
Hudson bed
I wanna move
I wanna keep that shape
But it’s hard to get there
And it’s hard to concentrate
I read the signs
I put in the time
But still the panic’s rise
Is an icy incline
I speak my mind
I walk the line
But still I make mistakes
That take me to that
starting line again

And you move just like a rhino on a cannonball
You wreck, wreck, wreck, wreck
Just like a fairground horse
who’s derailed
yeah
You just can’t help it
And if you take the tar out of the equation
It wouldn’t make any difference anyway
No fight
no flight
just stupidity
that’s right