I'm living on a wall of lustDiesel and dirt, damp and dustIt's the way I choose to work my crustLiving on a wall of lustI'm living on a wall of lustMore cares and breadbanks, boom and bustI'm putting down roots, whatever needs mustBut I'm living on a wall of lustThrough the summer days, I'm sliding longerThrough the winter nights, when I wish I was strongerThrough the autumn rain, as the dark wind blowsThrough pale spring sunshine, here I goLiving on a wall of lustRhythm and reeds, rock and rustIn strangers' hands, I place my trustLiving on a wall of lustIt's the way I choose to work my crustIt's the way I choose to work my crustLiving on a wall of lustThrough the summer days, I'm sliding longerThrough the winter nights, when I wish I was strongerThrough the autumn rain, as the dark wind blowsIt's the way I choose to work my crustRhythm and reeds, rock and rustThrough pale spring sunshine, here I goI'm living on a wall of lustCrying grey, gills and gustsFeet on tracks, fresh star dustI'm living on a wall of lustLiving on a wall of lustI'm living on a wall of lustI've lived a world of lustI've lived a world of lust*