Sometimes They'll tell you To just sit still When you know That it's time to run Sometimes They'll tell you It's all over When you're sure That it's just begun The iron wheel Slowly spins around It takes you From the cradle 'Til you're Six feet underground You can push and pull Against it But you'll ride it 'Til it's through And those Who spin the wheel Well those fuckers Ride it too Sometimes They'll tell you To move along When you're sure You should stand And fight Sometimes They'll tell you You're a lucky man But the numbers They don't add Up right The iron wheel Slowly spins around It takes you From the cradle 'Til you're Six feet underground You can push And pull against it But you'll ride it 'Til it's through And those Who spin the wheel Well Those fuckers Ride it too The good wife Rides the wheel As the years Just slip away T.V. preacher Rides the wheel As he leads The flock astray Lady Justice Rides the wheel But her balance Is unsure Cause the truth It lies in pieces Scattered On the Newsroom floor Sometimes They'll tell you To just let go When you're sure You should Hold on tight Sometimes They'll tell you Your time Will never come When you're sure That your time's Come tonight The iron wheel Slowly spins around It takes you From the cradle 'Til you're Six feet underground You can push And pull against it But you'll ride it 'Til it's through And those Who spin the wheel Well those fuckers Ride it too