Paralysed

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