you take me to the end
of every mile I’m crawling
you show me where the light is
when I feel shadows stalking
and there’s another mile
and the darkness just sneaks up
and though you have your own to walk
you make me feel enough
the world just never will be
it’s broken and corrupt
the more I see it spinning
the more I’m feeling fucked
the fat cats have the money
the rest have got a mortgage
and most the eager beavers
don’t realise it’s sordid
to profit at another’s loss
but what you gonna do
when the good guys are all betting
on a ticket for their food
take me far from present streets
we all know I am selling
the world will never be enough
but some might roof our dwelling