I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends
I'm gonna run away and join the circus
Oh yeah
They've been leading me around in circles
Round and round
I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends...
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping...
I raise my game as the stakes stack higher
Higher
You cry wolf like you're the town cryer
Cry girl
The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off
Over
Swills down dregs, drags
On duck arsed cigarettes...
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping...
I'm gonna change my immediate circle
Of friends
I'm gonna run away and join the circus
Oh yeah
I'll be assistant to the
Blind knife thrower
Better that than being
Factory fodder order...
In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping...