The Wheel - Overkill

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