Round, round the merry go round
Steam breathing in a black coal town
No honey just the grey in the clouds
Keep your gold in your pockets and your face to the found

Bang, bang the war torn man
Learnt to sniff it in Afghanistan
Held up heaven like a gun in his hand
Said fuck you to the money but I'll take it from the Man

Roar, roar the mad man's door
Stick swimming up to sanity's shore
Keep him thinking until he feels no more
Then regiment his hate and chain his fist to the law

Sane, sane a solider'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