歌词
This life winds me up too much
I am taut as a wire
And the pressure's building up
I am up to the neck
I am cut to the quick
I am stuffed to the gills
I am sicker than sick
You think you know me
But you don't know me
You get a version
You cast aspersions
But you'd never know
I hide it well
It doesn't show
This life winds me up too much
I am taut as a wire
And the pressure's building up
I'm a pot on the boil
I'm a trap on the spring
I am pushed to the brink
I could pull out the pin
