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