Circles Lyrics

The little corporal returns from another Moscow

Five foot two in his platform shoes

Speaks a little slow

Hail the retreat of a white messiah

Wading neck deep in the mire

Slinging his mud right in our eye

To see where it will stick

He's standing on the soapbox now

Lathering into a frenzy

It's all "his and hers" and racial slurs

And the displacement of your senses

If anyone wants to find the way home

It's a paper chase papered with blood and foam

The loneliest long distance call

To a widow who's watching the war

Well, you can look at the numbers

Watch them mount

Who gives a good goddamn about the body count

History is guesswork

And we're going round

We're going round in circles

We're going round in circles

The weather got hard at the end of March

And the wind cut like a knife

Blew into our faces wherever we turned

We were holding on for life

It looks like we're gonna go straight to hell

And he's got big ideas but he just can't spell them

Whose idea was this anyway and why is it never mine?

Well, you can look at the numbers

Watch them mount

Who gives a good goddamn about the body count

It's rising like clockwork

And we're going round

We're going round in circles

We're going round in circles

Why is it he will never agree

To the truth of his biography?

His secret's safe with us

We'll take it to the grave

The air vent's locked and the ceilings closed

Energy levels at an all time low

Tone deaf people playing musical chairs

Die sloe-mo in the snow

Nothing or less, you can take your pick

A rose without thorns or a pointless prick

Did I ever tell you that you make me sick?

We're laughing deep inside

Congratulations for all your lies

I hope the moment you died, you felt justified

History's more than homework

And we're going round in circles

And we're going round

We're going round in circles

We're going round in circles