Lyrics:

Welcome back to the land of thrills.
No one here's born to pay their bills.
Ever gonna be the same. Smokestack Lightnin' drive them razor trains.
Turn back. Turn back. Turn back the hands of time.
Pass the word around them golden pools. I been elected king of the fools.
I'm living like a hollow man hidin' out in a hollow land.
The less I see the more I know.
The more I stay here the less I show.

Write a song about a widow's kiss. Go sing it in the wilderness.
I know that stuff about howlin' wheels.
About the pain that time won't heal.
I'm living like a hollow man hidin' out in a hollow land.
The less I see the more I know.
The more I stay here the less I show.

Welcome back to the land of thrills.
No one here's born to pay their bills.
Ever gonna be the same. Smokestack Lightnin' drive them razor trains.
Turn back. Turn back. Turn back the hands of time.
Pass the word around them golden pools. I been elected to the king of the fools.