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Round and round and round againIncreasing circles, what a fun game!We think we're different, we're not the sameAs you and he and she and heAnd we always believed that we're something uniqueAnd new little rich bands want us in their cliqueAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayThere's you scratching my back, me scratching yoursRub up the right way, it always ensuresWe'll know the right people, open right doorsTo the land of the famous incredible boresAnd they got no respect for you, you're just a fakeGave up your life for a bite of their cakeAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their dealYour smug little cliches, they get up my noseYour hair dyed, your fine clothes, they're all for the poseNaked before me, your cover is blownHere come the robots, the mindless, the clonesAnd you sewed up your insides, body and soulDo as you're told now, and we'll play our rolesAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their dealHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their deal ... [fade out]
Round and round and round againIncreasing circles, what a fun game!We think we're different, we're not the sameAs you and he and she and heAnd we always believed that we're something uniqueAnd new little rich bands want us in their cliqueAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayThere's you scratching my back, me scratching yoursRub up the right way, it always ensuresWe'll know the right people, open right doorsTo the land of the famous incredible boresAnd they got no respect for you, you're just a fakeGave up your life for a bite of their cakeAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their dealYour smug little cliches, they get up my noseYour hair dyed, your fine clothes, they're all for the poseNaked before me, your cover is blownHere come the robots, the mindless, the clonesAnd you sewed up your insides, body and soulDo as you're told now, and we'll play our rolesAnd we'll play, we'll play all of our days awayHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their dealHow could we feel? We're so unrealStop at the top of the wheelYou're the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"You're the crawler who fell for their deal ... [fade out]