The Wheel

I got a real bad feeling about where you're coming form I got a real good sense of evil and it tells me you're the one And I'd love to sit and have a drink to feel And I'd love to quit the war and think, but I must grease the wheel I don't meet what's called you kind everyday I have sun across the universe, on the funeral highway And I love to sit, to lick my wounds and heal Or soar around the blue moon, but I must fix the wheel I am the wheel, a turbine that is spinning the in night, and I'm all right Of stone and steel, yes a reflection what you think about me Yes but can you live without me, yes I feel, I am the wheel Turn like a spinning top, burn and you never stop, I got the fever and the feel for the wheel Here comes Mr. Wonderful, with his new magnetic deal There goes Mr. Kiss My Ass with everything he steals Turn like a spinning top, burn and you never stop, I got a feel for the wheel I'd love to sit to have a drink to feel And I'd love to quit this war and think, but I must grease the wheel And I love to sit, to lick my wounds and heal Or soar around the blue moon, but I must fix the wheel --- The Wheel - Overkill