New lick of paint,
And she’ll be right for the judgement day,
Ignoring all of the things we’ve changed,
Door to door we’re going telling all the world,
That we’ve got something worth going for now.

Who would’ve thought that just five years later we’d be here.
The devil’s bargain, well fuck it, what we got to fear?
We’ll still be fucked but least we’re fucked a bit less now,
Make every little bit count.

(Swings and roundabouts, swings, swings and roundabouts, swings)

Don’t think too hard,
About how little we’ll be getting done,
And all the principles that we shunned,
All the people we abandoned in our haste
To get ourselves up to the batting plate.

Who really cares who we’re throwing out under the bus?
When after all of these years we’re winning here at last!
Sucks to be you if you’ve been left behind, but,
We’ll throw you scraps when we’re done.

(Swings and roundabouts, swings, swings and roundabouts, swings)

See we’ve been watching the numbers, and we’ll,
We’ll do whatever they say.
Ignore our conscience and dismiss all the voices asking
Why did we win anyway?

So here we all are,
My band of soaks, den of dissolutes,
And we have got nothing left to lose,
Close the ranks and throw the heretics away,
Because Sir Status Quo’s here to stay.
And when all is said and done,
And we have nowhere left to run,
Sat abandoned and ignored by those we helped
So I guess next time we’ll do it ourselves.

And Roundabouts (WIP #1)

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And Roundabouts (WIP #1)

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