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
