Lyric Top Of The Wheel

Round and round and round again
Increasing circles, what a fun game!
We think we re different, we re not the same
As you and he and she and he
And we always believed that we re something unique
And new little rich bands want us in their clique
And we ll play, we ll play all of our days away
There s you scratching my back, me scratching yours
Rub up the right way, it always ensures
We ll know the right people, open right doors
To the land of the famous incredible bores
And they got no respect for you, you re just a fake
Gave up your life for a bite of their cake
And we ll play, we ll play all of our days away
How could we feel? We re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You re the crawler who fell for their deal
Your smug little cliches, they get up my nose
Your hair dyed, your fine clothes, they re all for the pose
Naked before me, your cover is blown
Here come the robots, the mindless, the clones
And you sewed up your insides, body and soul
Do as you re told now, and we ll play our roles
And we ll play, we ll play all of our days away
How could we feel? We re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You re the crawler who fell for their deal
How could we feel? We re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You re the crawler who fell for their deal ... [fade out]