I was slipping through the cracks
  Of a stolen jewel
  I was tightrope walking in two ton shoes
  Now somebody is talking about a
  Third world war
  And the police said this was normal control
      And the cradle was burning yesterday
  Like somebody's best friend died
  And I've been caught in a mind riot
      I was crying from my eye teeth and
  Bleeding from my soul
  And I sharpened my wits on a dead man's skull
  I built an elevator from his bones
  Had climb to the top floor just
  To stamp out the coals
      And the cradle was burning yesterday
  Like somebody's friend died
  And I ‘ve been caught in a mind riot
      I'm tied within
  I'm luck's last match struck
  In the pouring down wind