When you brushing your teeth what do you see?
Washed up, spat it out, idiocy
When you won't writing letters
From men from her teens
Your children are burning the bible

When you're tired and chew(?) how do you feel?
The payroll pays it up for the fact that your ill
And sick on the side of your pavement graceu(?)
And the view from the office box window

Just go back to bed if you feel like it
Merry go round, wake you up again
Don't cry when I'll turn to dust in the end
Merry go round, brings back again

When she's waiting at home forced to sleep
Dreaming of promises that you could never keep
And the smell of her parfume wonders not hers
A life full of lies but things could be worse so

Just go back to bed if you feel like it
Merry go down, wake you up again
Don't cry when I'll turn to dust in the end
Merry go down brings back again

Washed up, spelled out it's a lot like you
Cheap thrills, late nights do you realise
The millions of children are burning the bibles
Finding and cursing, you're the example

Washed up, spelled out it's a lot like you
Cheap thrills, late nights do your reallise
The millions of children are burning the bibles
You're the example, what an example

Just go back to bed if you feel like it
Merry go round, wake you up again
Don't cry when I turn to dust in the end
Merry go round, brings back again

Just go back to bed if you feel like it
Merry go round, wake you up again
Don't cry when I turn to dust in the end
Merry go round, brings back again