Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a
[Mike Muir / Mike Clark] Let me see who's bored... Let 'em know you're bored... Let 'em know you're bored... All aboard the bored... Yea we know you
Esas son puras mentiras Esa noche yo no andaba alli Debes estar confundida O habia un tipo igualito a mi Esas son puras mentiras Esa noche yo no andaba
Someone told a story when They said they saw you out again But I know better 'Cause angels don't lie Wonder why they pick on you Those friends even tell
Yeah, this is not natural (Yeah, this is not natural) A bunch of holes Where the dead used to be underground Forget supernatural (Forget supernatural
Round like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down the mountain Or a
Since I still tell you my every day, my darling, I think you always hear me from the sweet away, the sweet away. Did you see us picnicking at lakeside
Round like the circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a
She tries on dresses half her size She whines, "These labels all tell lies" She wiggles 'til you give her love Then says, "I'm jumping off your bus"
Wake up straight Caught out by the sun On the first day of April Out of bed Thought it was a plane crash But I'm sure that I was dreaming Tv on Of course
Sleeping deep down behind your eyes I'm the thing who mortifies the mind Waking p a chaos you've never known Saturate you with millions (of) insane thoughts
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standin' at Or maybe it's the weather or somethin' like that But mama, you
I took her with me To the Christmas office party, mistake She did a line and started Spouting all her liberal garbage Bro, I'm so ashamed I never heard
Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel, Never ending or beginning, On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain, Or a carnival
Spirits of extinction Spirits roam around us and they don't appal me The ways of domination of human mind over the rules Just get us trying To struggle
(Eccles-Spencer-Brewster) Lyin' awake in bed, battle bullets in my head ragged edge of sleep, come to me Lyin' awake in bed, cool silence break the edge
come on little honey, well you gotta' let me know, when my mind says yes, your body's saying no. come on little honey, let me know just how you feel,
Someone told a lie again said they saw you out again But I know better angels don't lie I wonder why they pick on you and tell me lies the way they do