Round

Round, round, the merry-go-round
Steam breathing in a black cold town
No honey, just the grey and the clouds
Keep your gold in your pockets and your face to the fount

Bang, bang, the war-torn man
Learnt to sniff it in Afghanistan
Held up heaven like a gun in his hands
Said "Fuck you" to compassion but I'll take it from the man

Roar, roar, the madman's door
Stick swimming up to sanity's shore
Keep him thinking till he feels no more
Then regiment his hate and chain his fist to the law (woo!)

Sane, sane, a soldier'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

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