George Byrne - Paralysed

Disposable people, get outta my head
This is a poem I read
And if I’ve got a problem, could I give it to you
Would you know what to do?

And if you cry like a fever through the night
And just like stone I'll be cold, I'll be cold

We’re paralysed, you know
We’re caught up in it, and it’s wrong
We're paralysed, you know
We’re chasing ourselves, and it’s wrong
You know it's wrong

And I’ve got a scene, can you draw it for me?
I’m the first on the left
With disposable people lined 1-2-3
That’s you and me

And as I ride, through this fever, through the night
My heads held high cos I know, yes, I know

We’re paralysed, you know
We’re caught up in it, and it’s wrong
We're paralysed, you know
We’re courting ourselves, and it’s wrong
You know it's wrong

And as I fall, I can see her at the door
My heads held high cos I know, I know

We’re paralysed, you know
We’re caught up in it, and it’s wrong
We're paralysed, you know
We’re courting ourselves, and it’s wrong

Paralysed, you know
We’re caught up in it, and it’s wrong
You know it's wrong