Top of the Wheel — текст песни (Hazel O`Connor)

Round and round and round again
Increasing circles, what a fun game!
We think we`re different, we`re not the same
As you and he and she and he
And we always believed that we`re something unique
And new little rich bands want us in their clique
And we`ll play, we`ll play all of our days away

There`s you scratching my back, me scratching yours
Rub up the right way, it always ensures
We`ll know the right people, open right doors
To the land of the famous incredible bores
And they got no respect for you, you`re just a fake
Gave up your life for a bite of their cake
And we`ll play, we`ll play all of our days away

How could we feel? We`re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You`re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You`re the crawler who fell for their deal

Your smug little cliches, they get up my nose
Your hair dyed, your fine clothes, they`re all for the pose
Naked before me, your cover is blown
Here come the robots, the mindless, the clones
And you sewed up your insides, body and soul
Do as you`re told now, and we`ll play our roles
And we`ll play, we`ll play all of our days away

How could we feel? We`re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You`re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You`re the crawler who fell for their deal

How could we feel? We`re so unreal
Stop at the top of the wheel
You`re the sucker who fell for their "Spiel"
You`re the crawler who fell for their deal ... [fade out]