When you brushing your teeth what do you see? Washed up, spat it out, idiocy When you won't writing letters From men from her teens Your children are burning the bible When you're tired and chew(?) how do you feel? The payroll pays it up for the fact that your ill And sick on the side of your pavement graceu(?) And the view from the office box window Just go back to bed if you feel like it Merry go round, wake you up again Don't cry when i'll turn to dust in the end Merry go round, brings back again When she's waiting at home forced to sleep Dreaming of promises that you could never keep And the smell of her parfume wonders not hers A life full of lies but things could be worse so Just go back to bed if you feel like it Merry go down, wake you up again Don't cry when i'll turn to dust in the end Merry go down brings back again Washed up, spelled out it's a lot like you Cheap thrills, late nights do you realise The millions of children are burning the bibles Finding and cursing, you're the example Washed up, spelled out it's a lot like you Cheap thrills, late nights do your reallise The millions of children are burning the bibles You're the example, what an example Just go back to bed if you feel like it Merry go round, wake you up again Don't cry when i turn to dust in the end Merry go round, brings back again Just go back to bed if you feel like it Merry go round, wake you up again Don't cry when i turn to dust in the end Merry go round, brings back again