Roundabout,
Around and around and around we go,
I don't know,
How to get off, do you?
It was so long ago I joined,
I just seem to have speeded up,
Got a bit dizzy, but
Stayed on what I thought was a
Right Track,
Didn't want to turn back,
Didn't even want to look back,
Threw up a bit, took some drugs,
Lots of alcohol, got light headed,
Never once broke down, but this chassis
Degraded.
Don't you ever see me racing past?
Over and over and over again?
Maybe just occasionally?
Just once then?
I guess the roundabout got a lot bigger for me,
Got a lot faster, inevitably
Got a lot more bumpy.
Yeah.
But one day soon I'm gonna jump man,
Gonna go a bit crazy, man,
Open the door of this beat up old car,
And see if I can just run man,
Run from this roundabout,
And not boomerang.
Back.
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