A Roundabout Song

(albüm: Stuck In The Sound - 2004)

Dang black-dolled
Wild thing, I'm the king of fetch
Yet the doll is taking my head
She's declared

Wild change
In the ride I caused me
The doll is striking my head
I'm the king

In love with casting the
Ecstasy
Try my crown
Try to drag a seat

My horse is staying
On the roundabout
I smell it from
All the clouds

Wild child
It's a mess of my mind
I guess I'm one of a kind
When I'm fed up with you boy

When I'm playing with you boy
I'm a big, big tie
I want my friends to know

Fussed and we crave
Ecstasy
Try my crown
Try to grab a seat

My horse is dead
A roundabout
A smile is drawn
A hole, a cloud

A cloud
A cloud

(She studies in the morning
Got her studies, in the eve')

We can dance on the roundabout
My horse is dead, my horse is dead
On the roundabout
We can dance on the roundabout
My horse is dead, my horse is dead

We can dance on the roundabout
My horse is dead
We can dance on the roundabout
My horse is dead, My horse is dead
My horse is dead