The Lever

The Lever
Living your life like a bull in the trade,
He doesn't know how it feels,
Under my thumb like a bone under nail,
She's in the know, how's it feel?

Live your life, under machine guns
Canary down the mine
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Spoiling my broth like a radio kid
Program computerized minds
Waving my luck under your nose
Like I found a four-leaf clover
Live your life under machine guns
Canary down the mine
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
So the mirrors face the wall
Don't you feel a little weak?
And I catch you when you fall
But you're falling all the time
Do you need it anymore?
Do you need a little more?
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever
Maybe I'm on the lever

Turn the mirrors face the wall,
Don't you feel a little weak?
And I catch you when you fall,
But you're falling all the time
Do you need it anymore?
Do you need a little more?
Do you need it anymore?
Do you need a little?
La canción 'The Lever' de Silverchair relata la sensación de vivir la vida como un toro en el mercado, sin entender realmente cómo se siente. Habla de estar bajo presión, como un hueso bajo una uña, con una persona que está al tanto de la situación...