Ain't it funny how they're all CleopatraWhen you gaze into their pastWhen you find out about their birth signsYou re
alize there was no need to have askedAll the history of a soul in tormentIngrained in a hand or a faceAin't it funny how th
ey all fire the pistolAt the wrong end of the raceI am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going round and
roundI am going roundGoing round and roundThere's a man going through your dust binOnly this time he's looking for foodT
here's a tear in his eye, you don't know himOh but you know what he's going throughAin't it funny that you can't seem to hel
p himFeelin' sick as he staggers awayIs it weird that you hate a strangerCan a detail correct your dismayI am going round
and roundI am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going roundGoing round and round