I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends

I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah

They’ve been leading me around in circles

Round and round

I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends

In my darkest hour of need

They all become make-believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping

I raise my game as the stakes stack higher, higher

You cry wolf like you’re the town crier, cry girl

The queen of clubs drinks in pubs on days off, over

Swills down dregs, drags on duck arsed cigarettes

In my darkest hour of need

They all become make-believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping

I’m gonna change my immediate circle of friends

I’m gonna run away and join the circus, oh yeah

I’ll be assistant to the blind knife thrower

Better that than being factory fodder order

In my darkest hour of need

They all become make-believe

And they pretend that they are sleeping