Mineral man

(Brooker) I keep rolling like a wagon wheel What keeps me going are these nerves of steel And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed A pair of feet to stagger to my bed A heart of gold and fists of iron A tongue of silver that's bought me time Well I'm a mineral man stuck here in the can till I oxidise Well I'm a guest of the State, I'll sit here and wait 'cos I'm subsidised When I'm moving like a ton of lead There's nothing stops me on the road ahead My skin is bronzed from my head to my toes people looking everywhere I go A heart of gold and fists of iron a tongue of silver for to spin some line Well I'm a mineral man stuck here in the can till I oxidise Well I'm a guest of the State, I'll sit here and wait till I'm let outside