Twisted Wheel - Strife

Twisted Wheel - Strife lyrics: Sheila, shes a dealer Dropped off in a blue three-wheeler Shaves her leg, with a potato peeler Sheila the dealer Hard life, born in a puddle Wrong game led her into trouble Now shes locked in a cage Shes lower than rage Down from a high phase Billy, Billys uncle, went away, Got lost in the jungle, all we can say We may find him some day; you may meet him someday In a tribe, on a key ring shrunk his head Them shrinkers feeding, sucking his bones, They wont leave him alone Billys uncle alone Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife, Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife, Caught in a strife In a strife, strife, strife, strife, Strife, strife, strife, strife From the park, to the station Young boy lets out his frustration With a pen, again and again Its in marker pen. It says Woz ere 95, 96, 7, 8, 99 Now hes doing some time, Hes doing some time Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife, Caught in a strife Painting pictures of life Caught in a strife, Caught in a strife And no one knows any better You wrote the words in the letter And no one knows any better I wrote the words in the letter Henry sells junk, candles lampshades two air rifles But he dont know, where they will all go The antiques roads show maybe Sunday trying to make some money, Mr. monocle thought Henry was funny, Henry dont lie So he shoots him in the eye Air bullets in your eyes!