Where can I stand in my uniform?   Cannon fodder, six foot tall   Big and brave, next to my grave   Wait patiently for the death of me      Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds   Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds      Blood and toil swim well in oil   And you and me the perfect foil   Unified units to invest   Patriots do not protest      Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds   Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds   Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds   Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds      The weight of the world on your shoulders   A brass monkey on your back   As beautiful gardenia boulders or   Dead meat hung on a rock      Bigger the man, bigger the desk   Questioning your IQ test   Are you now so easily led   And lose the brains inside your head      Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds   Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds   Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds   Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds   On a round      The weight of the world on your shoulders   Boulders on your back   Wait patiently for the death of me   Oh kiss all