Mineral Man

(Brooker)

I keep rolling like a wagon wheel
What keeps me going are these nerves of steel
And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed
A pair of feet to stagger to my bed
A heart of gold and fists of iron
A tongue of silver that's bought me time

Well I'm a mineral man
Stuck here in the can
Till I oxidise
Well I'm a guest of the State
I'll sit here and wait
'cos I'm subsidised

When I'm moving like a ton of lead
There's nothing stops me on the road ahead
My skin is bronzed from my head to my toes
People looking everywhere I go
A heart of gold and fists of iron
A tongue of silver for to spin some line

Well I'm a mineral man
Stuck here in the can
Till I oxidise
Well I'm a guest of the State
I'll sit here and wait
Till I'm let outside