Paralysed

Gang of Four · Return Gift [2005]

Blinkered, paralysed

Flat on my back



They say our world is built 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, paralysed

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