On the edge of a city in a slow dive
Or so say you
So say you
Crosshairs in the centre of a skyline
Waiting for the right time
Freezing up like a rabbit in the headlights
Oh, what to do?
What to do?
I don’t think I can see it as a good sign
If all of it repeats and rhymes
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
Every circle closes
For a penny
For a pound
All these things for God and for king
We all keep going round
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
Line them up
Take aim
Who you going to blame?
Imagine that
Oh, imagine that
Shit-scared of the horrors in your own brain
Swimming pools of acid rain
Fill a glass with delusions of The Good Days
Of blood and wine
Of pearls for swine
Never sure if you’re paranoid or entertained
Weighing up the pain and gain
Oh, don’t you feel ashamed?
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
Every circle closes
For a penny
For a pound
All these things for God and for king
We all keep going round
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
A woman is a woman even if you want her dead
Siphoning the bodies as a way to get ahead
Finding hidden meaning inside everything you read
Driving yourself crazy over who is in whose bed
Stiff upper lip
Shooting from the hip
Running like a rat afraid of sinking with the ship
Are you being fed?
Are you ready yet?
Doesn’t fucking matter
On your marks, get set
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
Every circle closes
For a penny
For a pound
All these things for God and for king
We all keep going round
Ringa ringa roses
Oh, we all fall to the ground
On your marks, get set
Here lies the legacy, the body, the head and the heart
And if I may command your undivided attention
Now we can start
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