There's no instance In conscience or convenience Even though you stand On heavy shoulders
I'll take the roundabout Cause I like to see St. Jude Again and again
Hands folded in prayer God, do you write prescriptions? God damn my signature is fake
I'll take the roundabout Cause I like to see my house Number four number five number six number seven And number eight
And I'd buy you a drink My credit is quite shit We can all laugh And have tap water
My friend laughs Cause he thinks he's having a daughter
You can find me at the roundabout
And you try the passagenger door Aw shit man, it doesn't even work And you cry like you've never seen water Come to think of it I think my dad wanted a daughter
You can find me at the roundabout
Where every lotto ticket Wins you ten dollars Inside city limits That don't even buy cigarettes
You hit the back road You grab a carton
Lean into my shoulder Wearing an old man's coat Couple more badges and a ten cent stamp