Living in blind superstition
fearing malignant unknown
tribute to natures renewal
it used to make sense to our fathers
but what is its sense today
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
merry-go-round, merry going round
It's time that I put on my make up
I won't be myself for tonight
I tell the clown in me to wake up
if he won't I drink to smile