Ain't It Funny How They're All Cleopatra


When You Gaze Into Their Past


When You Find Out About Their Birth Signs


You Realize There Was No Need To Have Asked





All The History Of A Soul In Torment


Ingrained In A Hand Or A Face


Ain't It Funny How They All Fire The Pistol


At The Wrong End Of The Race





I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round


Going Round And Round





There's A Man Going Through Your Dust Bin


Only This Time He's Looking For Food


There's A Tear In His Eye, You Don't Know Him


Oh But You Know What He's Going Through





Ain't It Funny That You Can't Seem To Help Him


Feelin' Sick As He Staggers Away


Is It Weird That You Hate A Stranger


Can A Detail Correct Your Dismay





I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round And Round


I Am Going Round


Going Round And Round