I´m going round,
I´m going round to my friends house,
To get myself high.
It takes me to a different place
where nothing leaves my mind.
But men in blue knocked on my door,
and said "I´ve come to kill off your kind",
it´s the killing of the mind.

The circus came,
then packed up there things.
When there´s no ones around,
We´ll be high as kings,
without the things,
like jewels and gold.

I´m rolling down,
I´m rolling down to my hotel,
between the lines.
The paperboy still looks the same,
as the old get old
and the young are feeling fine.

A soldier came knocked down my walls
and said “ I´ve come to kill off your kind”
It´s the killing of the mind.

The circus came,
then packed up there things.
When there´s no one around,
we´ll be high as kings,
without the things,
like jewels and gold.
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