Hearing the babble of laughter, I'll join your friends and come over
So many faces I don't know, when everyone soars why I feel low
This must be somebody's nightmare, where is the fun in this "funfair"
The debris of dreams haunts the showground, I'll lie low and wait for a showdown
(Chorus)
But it's not me, we all agree
Things seem to work this way
Sunday 'til Saturday
Veils of bright beauty hide visions obscene
And tired old excuses for current abuses
Means no-one will say what they mean
Sometimes I wish we were all dumb, No falsehoods could drip from this these false tongues
Sometimes I feel there's no virtue, The smallest of things tend to hurt you
No need to make reservations, this train leaves at six from this station
We'll learn how to walk then to tumble, to swagger is worse than to stumble