Saints The Music Goes Round My Head
All my life I've searched upon the reasons for us being here The universe and all that it contains Well I tried to find the secrets of the brain
Twenty years I've labored trying to find who my creator was But now at last the pieces fall in place It's funny and it shows upon my face
And the music goes 'round my head And I can't hear a thing you said And my life echoes through my brain It's so comical I'm insane
Now the people herald as being the genius beyond compare They're clamoring to hear what I will say It's funny and they carry me away
And the music goes 'round my head And I can't hear a thing you said And my life echoes through my brain It's so comical I'm insane All right
All my life I've searched upon the reasons for us being here The universe and all that it contains I tried to solve the secrets of the brain
And now the music goes 'round my head And I can't hear a thing you've said
And my life echoes through my brain It's so comical I'm insane
And the music goes 'round my head And I can't hear a thing that you said And my life echoes through my brain It's so comical I'm insane And the music goes 'round my head And the music goes 'round my head And the music goes 'round my head 'round And the music goes 'round my head And the music goes 'round my head 'round And the music goes 'round my head whoa And the music goes 'round my head
