- cifra
All the swings and roundabouts
Have gone to join the fair
And they went there leaning on a bear
Look in all the magazines see
Their names are printed there
And the news is flying round the square
Champion tightrope walker cry the crowd
They don't see this game is just a shroud
In the land of hopes and dreams
Children swarm like flies
All around the fountain of soft lies
Messages to kill or be killed
Tattooed on the back of their eyelids
In their sleep attack
Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
They will take the bait like fish tonight
See the circus ringleader
He's counting in his den
See him snacking on the souls of men
Creeps back to his cave to watch the fight
They will take the bait like fish tonight
