Sometimes they'll tell you
The iron wheel slowly spins around
It takes you from the cradle till
you're six feet underground
You can push and pull against it,
but you'll ride it till 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
Sometimes they'll tell you
But the numbers, they don't add up right
The iron wheel slowly spins around
It takes you from the cradle till
you're six feet underground
And push and pull against it,
but you'll ride it till 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
TV preacher rides the wheel,
as he leads the flock astray
but her balance is unsure
Cause the truth it lies in pieces scattered
Sometimes they'll tell you to just let go
When you're sure you should
Sometimes they'll tell you
your time will never come
The iron wheel slowly spins around
It takes you from the cradle
Till you're six feet underground
You can push and pull against it
But don't ride it till it's through
And those who spin the wheel
Well, fuckers ride it too
