Don King - Jason Nolan

Hey!

I don’t really know what is where anymore, love and war left me at the fair,

at the morgue

A turn style spinning me around like a record in a raffle

As the 'fetti rains down on the crown and jewels, a heavy and a hammer is a low

key tool

There’s a golden rule to ridicule anyone who can whistle

Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides

So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise

She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on

the floor

When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying

And I don’t know who’s left or what’s right

And I don’t know if I’d make a difference.

(You never changed a thing)

These days I’m a serviette on a coffee table, with the shakers

So when its ha, ha, ha, ha, hard, you’re never gonna change a thing

And when its ba, ba, ba, ba, bad, the black sheep ain’t rolling over

Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides

So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise

She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on

the floor

When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying

You make it seem besides the point

Well if nobody knows, it’s out of my hands

Where we are (So fair who we are)

Off the top off my head (Off the top of my head)

Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides

So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise

She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on

the floor

When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying

Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides

So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise

She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on

the floor

When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying

When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying