A merry-go-round is going fast, a music is coming from the speakers
I can feel my body swinging in its rhythm
One, two, three, and up we go like a high C note
Cautiousness is asleep, I feel a little nauseous, as if I had an apple pie in the morning
Lord, what are you going to give me in such troubled times?
What kind of words should comfort my soul and my upcoming future?
A bunch of old rags for me to sit on my butt
Whether it is worth it or not, I pour strong vodka down my throat to calm down the regret
I do not care about my naked belly, my patched clothes are fluttering
I feel the wind coming at me, tearing my head off
One, two, three, and I am not cold at all
It is okay here to chew a gum or to spit from above
Lord, what are you going to give me in such troubled times?
What kind of words should comfort my soul and my upcoming future?
A bunch of old rags for me to sit on my butt
Whether it is worth it or not, I pour strong vodka down my throat to calm down the regret
A merry-go-round is going fast, a music is coming from the speakers
I can feel my body swinging in its rhythm
One, two, three, and up we go like a high C note
Cautiousness is asleep, I feel a little nauseous, as if I had an apple pie in the morning
Lord, what are you going to give me in such troubled times?
What kind of words should comfort my soul and my upcoming future?
A bunch of old rags for me to sit on my butt
Whether it is worth it or not, I pour strong vodka down my throat to calm down the regret