My dreams are hardly dazzling watercolours,
More charcoal nightmares,
I sometimes find it so hard to sleep.
‘Cos my mind’s always turning things round,
My mind’s always turning things round.
Oh, what can I do?
Oh, what can I do?
Oh what can I do to stop these mental wheels from turning?
Stop them turning, turning round.
Thoughts of what we pay and what we’re earning,
Stop them turning, turning round.
And they’re all talking about the government,
Man, are they liars?
Do they give a shit about me?
‘Cos my mind’s always turning things round,
My mind’s always turning things round.
Oh, what can I do?
Oh, what can I do?
Oh what can I do to stop these mental wheels from turning?
Stop them turning, turning round.
Thoughts of what we have and for what we’re yearning,
Stop them turning, turning round.
Oh what can I do to stop these mental wheels from turning?
Stop them turning, turning round.
Thoughts of what we pay and what we’re earning,
Stop them turning, turning round.