Blinkered, paralysed
Flat on my back They say our world is built endeavor
That every man is for himself
Wealth is for the one that wants it
Paradise, if you can earn it History is the reason
I'm washed up Blinkered, paralysed
Flat on my back My ambitions come to nothing
What I wanted now just seems a waste of time
I can't make out what has gone wrong
I was good at what I did The crows come home to roost
And I'm the dupe
