Furniture
I Can't Crack
Written by Tim Whelan, Jim Irvin, Hamilton Lee
Published by Survival Music / Chrysalis Music
He walked into the room And he wanted to smash the tables Burn the bastards down I'm gonna burn the bastards down No love, no help, no crime Just walking on broken glass But he walked into the room And sat at a table, said I can't crack Crack Crack I've done all that's in my power But everyway I turn I loose Too much upon my shoulders I no longer see the use I can't crack Crack Crack I demand the right to break down Someone tell me how to cry I wanna know if any one of you Can look me in the eye You do things you never dreamt of You walk on broken glass You throw away what you wanted When you've got no business being here When you've got no chance to leave When even your closest friends Can kick you in the teeth I can't crack Crack Crack And I owe no-one anything now And you, you can't trust in me And still they sit down and expect me to be calm To be reasonable They wanna use me for their own good And I know for someone else's sake When the hammer comes down It goes on and on But I don't want to You see I let some people fool me They didn't know my mind But I'm putting up resistance I've been fooled for the last time I can't crack Crack Crack I walked on broken glass to get you back I walked on broken glass to get you back I've been fooled for the last time