round & round & round in circles
buzzards in the sky
irony thick as a river
leave the corpses where they lie
all the cards been shuffled
they’re on the table now
all the pointing fingers
the holier than thou
la la la
round & round in circles
tomorrow’s another day
says harry the lawnmower
as he mows the night away
i’m thinking, harry i know you’re always listening
can you really read my thoughts?
harry says that’s plain silly
mike, i only mow your lawns
la la la
these two chords been hanging round for a while now
waiting for some words to come along
never expecting so sad a story
oh well, at least i got a song
