Hazel O'Connor

Top Of The Wheel

Hazel O'Connor


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]