Innocence is traded on the road to paradise

When ambition starts to raise it's ugly head

Prizes won't be given for the last ones in the line

And that's something that we all appear to dread



Listen to the raving of a disillusioned man

As the rainy days collect to do their worst

Full of neat surprises is their sympathetic plan

They will cut you up and sell you 'till it hurts



We're all spinning on the roundabout



I don't wish to fight just to prove that I'm right

I don't wish the world upside down

I don't wish to fight just to prove that I'm right

I just need the world spinning round