Strange Days

Strange days, scary times
The killing joke is on the line
Idiot friend, your life in vain
Finally pictured and framed

Strange days, scary times
The core on the outside, a world behind
Only black sundays, empty and quiet
This must be the last ride on the merry-go-round
On the merry-go-round and round

Strange days, scary times
The doors are all locked, the stores without lights
How to get out if you're in too deep
This must be the last ride on the merry-go-round
On the merry-go-round and round
The last ride on the merry-go-round
The last ride on the merry-go-round



Credits
Writer(s): The Cheeky Monkeys
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