Lyrics:

I'm gonna change my immediate circle

Of friends

I'm gonna run away and join the circus

Oh yeah

They've been leading me around in circles

Round and round

I'm gonna change my immediate circle

Of friends...

In my darkest hour of need

They all become make believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping...



I raise my game as the stakes stack higher

Higher

You cry wolf like you're the town cryer

Cry girl

The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off

Over

Swills down dregs, drags

On duck arsed cigarettes...



In my darkest hour of need

They all become make believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping...



I'm gonna change my immediate circle

Of friends

I'm gonna run away and join the circus

Oh yeah

I'll be assistant to the

Blind knife thrower

Better that than being

Factory fodder order...



In my darkest hour of need

They all become make believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping...