Paralysed

Blinkered, paralyzed Flat on my back They say our world is built on 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, paralyzed 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