I was well conditioned

I was well conditioned
By the cats’ eyes in the road
They looked at me with rebellion
And gave me another load

I believed in everything
in all that I was told
it was nothing but some needles
was nothing but the cold

I was well conditioned
I followed every light
But when I stood before it
It faded from my sight

The one thing that I needed
Was not in the box
I picked the burden up wards
Like a barrow full of rocks

I was well conditioned
I thought that I was free
Yet another message came
To bow down at someone’s feet

The hooks I followed everywhere
That dragged me through the mud
And all the hero had to say was
Can you give more blood