Lyrics

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 Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh