Your world is like a six side carousel
Oh, won't you let me on
I wanna know how it feels just once
To stand in the middle while the world revolves around me
I don't care if they're really standing still
Because what I perceive is everything, everything to me
Why can't I always feel this dizzy
And for a very small fee
We'll let you step inside this tent
We'll read your palm
And then we'll write your history
Success is made of strings
Held by those who advertise the lowest price
And wear the most extravagant things
We hold the keys
We've got our PhD's in puppetry
Because no one wants to wait to grow their own wings anymore
And all these paper tickets that I earned
From playing all the games I know
I'm glad for what they taught me
After all, these tickets bought me your world
Your world is like a six side merry-go-round
And I'm still looking for the ground
Cause my world is spinning, still spinning, still spinning
From all the things you fed me
My stomach wasn't filled for envy
I find my feet and walk away
It's so much better than you say
Outside your mind
Behind I leave you blind inside your, your world