Going round and round it never stops
You cannot move, you cannot have thoughts
The people that keep it spinnin'
Will not stop, they won't even listen
I would do anything to get off
Name the price name the cost
Even if it were for only a few seconds,
I promise I'll get back on as soon as you beckon
Things cannot be seen clear
Distorted images is all that is here
Any time any one gets close to getting off
They are pushed back without a second thought
We are being kept prisoner on this merry-go-round
And it just keeps spinning round and round
Sometimes a new person will come to the side and make it move faster
We can't stop them for they are now our masters
Every once in a great while, someone will walk away from the side
It is then that I can hear people cry
I want this insanity to stop
Name the price name the cost
The merry-go-round hardly ever stops spinning
The only way we can stop it is by submitting
If you do what they say, then you can get off
Otherwise, you shit outta luck