Under the Wheel - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They said you were bright

Had stars in your eyes

They said you were bright

Had all the ideas in your head

Under the wheel

For all those years

Under the wheel

For all those tears

But now they all stand back and shout

Go on, you creep, go on, get out

Oh my God, what are they on about

And I think I'll get on back home to my mother

Yes I think I'll get on back home to my mother

It doesn't seem real

The way things turned out

It doesn't seem real

Now your head's full of doubt

But now they all jump back in fear

As if I really care

They just stand and stare

It's not fair

It's not fair!

Cold and silent, you lie in the dark waters of the stream

Shame and suffering have passed

But death, glorious death, is just another bed to sleep

Yes, death, glorious death, is just another appointment to keep