I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends   I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah   They’ve been leading me around in circles   Round and round   I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends   In my darkest hour of need   They all become make-believe   And they pretend that they are sleeping   I raise my game as the stakes stack higher, higher   You cry wolf like you’re the town crier, cry girl   The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off, over   Swills down dregs, drags on duck arsed cigarettes   In my darkest hour of need   They all become make-believe   And they pretend that they are sleeping   I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends   I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah   I’ll be assistant to the blind knife thrower   Better that than being factory fodder order   In my darkest hour of need   They all become make-believe   And they pretend that they are sleeping