Strife - Twisted Wheel

Sheila, She’s a dealer

Dropped off in a blue three wheeler

Shaves her leg…

With a tater peeler

Sheila had a dealer

Hard life, born in a puddle

Wrong game led her into trouble

Now she’s locked in a cage

She’s lower than rage

Down from a high phase

Billy, Billy’s uncle

Went away, got lost in the jungle

All he can say

We may find him some day

We may meet him some day

In a tribe, on a keyring

Shrunk his head them shrinkers feed

They suck on his bones

They won’t leave him alone

Billy’s uncle’s 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

In a stri-ife

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

It’s in marker pen

It says, was 'ere

Now he’s doin' some time

He’s doin' 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

Now no one knows any better

Yeah yeah yeah

You wrote the words in the letter

Now no one knows any better

Yeah yeah yeah

I wrote the words in the letter

Henry, sells junk

Candles, Lampshades to air rifles

But he don’t know, where they will all go

The antiques roadshow, maybe

Someday, tranna make some money

Mr. Monaco thought Henry was funny

Henry don’t lie

So he shoots him in the eye

There are bullets in your eyes!

Painting pictures of life

Caught in a strife

Caught in a strife

Painting pictures of life

Caught in a strife

Caught in a strife

Painting pictures of life

Caught in a strife

Caught in a stri-i-i-ife

Painting pictures of life

Caught in a strife

Caught in a strife

In a strife

In a stri-ife

Strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife, strife