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 shrout

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