round & round & round in circles
buzzards in the sky
irony thick as a river
leave the corpses where they lie
all the cards that’s been shuffled
are on the table now
all the pointing fingers
the holier than thou
la la la
as for the rest of my possessions
guess i’ll come get em back
maybe when my black eye heals
wouldn’t want to embarrass myself like that
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
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
