Round

Round, round the merry go round
 Steam breathing in a black coal town
 No honey just the grey in the clouds
 Keep your gold in your pockets and your face to the found
 Bang, bang the war torn man
 Learnt to sniff it in Afghanistan
 Held up heaven like a gun in his hand
 Said fuck you to the money but I'll take it from the Man
 Roar, roar the mad man's door
 Stick swimming up to sanity's shore
 Keep him thinking until he feels no more
 Then regiment his hate and chain his fist to the law
 Sane, sane a solider's insane
 Told who to hate so he don't have to grace pain
 Told what to say so he don't have to face shame
 Told a man is not a man so eat the fruit and take aim