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