Round & Round & Round

Round and round and round and round and round we go

trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here

we've got to show how much we love them all

we squeak with idiot fake surprise

flap our hands and flutter our eyes

and lap up all their stupid lies

we've got to love them all

and I really don't know why we do it like this

imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be here!"

I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss

so round and round and round and round and round we go

hanging on every shape they throw

it's strange the way we can't say no

until we love them all...

So we laugh at every stupid joke

and smoke and choke and point and poke

and gag on countless lines...

How much we love them all!

And I really don't know why we do it like this

imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be here!"

I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss

maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools

or maybe it's the promise of belief?

Maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel

or maybe it's the promise of relief?

And I know that we've said it so many times before

"once more and never again"

but however many times that we've said it before

once more is never the end...