The Wheel

A revolving wheel of metal chairs
 Hung on chains, squealing
 Four little children flying out
 A blind man sings in Arabic
 Now you see them, now you don't
 Children vanish 'hind vehicle
 Now you see them, now you don't
 Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull
 Hey, little children, don't disappear
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 Spinning on a revolving wheel
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 All that's left after a year
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 A faded face, the trace of an ear
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 A tableau of the missing
 Tied to the government building
 8,000 sun-bleached photographs
 Faded with the roses
 Hey, little children, don't disappear
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 Spinning on a revolving wheel
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 All that's left after a year
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 Faces gone, the trace of an ear
 (I heard it was 28,000)
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them fade out
 Don't let them