Tourists Round Round Blues
Ya got me running ya got me hiding ya got me searching inside hot nights laughing cold days crackling no ones looking no ones trying Round round round blues ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes bad town sad frown round blues no one can win no one can lose when everybodys running those round round blues (ya keep me running in circles baby) Tears unfolding your feeling old in ya bored nightmares melting chairs crazy man on deserted station his destination is understatement Round round round blues ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes bad town sad frown round blues no one can win no one can lose when everybodys running those round round blues (ya keep me running in circles baby) Metal feelings flaky ceilings shaky leanings and dodgy dealings children calling voices falling ya of the wall in some empty hall... Round round round blues ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes bad town sad frown round blues no one can win no one can lose when everybodys running those round round blues (ya keep me running in circles baby)
