Like a crow on a motorway Picking at scabs Sees red when a blackleg Drives past in a cab Like men in blue suits With their sticks in their hands And their feathers in their caps Like fighting for blackstuff Like staying alive Like a union of crows Their funds bled dry And bossmen in Lorries Are crossing the line It s only real when it hurts You can trust when it hurts You know now it s been Feeling the pinch Wakes up from a dream Trust how it hurts Trust what you feel Feeling the pinch Wakes you up Like a crow on barbed wire We re the enemy within Like an unanswered phone call Where running again Like a picking bone There s a hook in your brain . Like a ghost town valley Like duct on a sheet Like a cold empty shop On a cold empty street Like the crowd gathers round When the ambulance screams Your only real when you bleed.