Poet and a man of the people

Backed into a corner, backed into a corner. Into a corner, backed into a corner. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Backed into a corner, backed into a corner. Into a corner, backed into a corner. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands.
In the Autumn things will never be the same again, what's around the next bend? Maybe a hold-up, in the bank, on a train. Risk it for the money, go on risk it for the money.
Poet and a man of the people.
You're a poet, a man of the people.
Backed into a corner, backed into a corner. Into a corner, backed into a corner. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Backed into a corner, backed into a corner. Into a corner, backed into a corner. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands. Oh sweet lord, my life's not in your hands.
Your breast reduction took your 'E' to 'C'. Am I missing the point, or are you missing the point? What am I trying to say? There's more questions than answers when you're walking away. You could work a split-shift, or become an ex-model, just start faking it.
Poet. Man of the people.