Circles

I'm just a bag of bones, I've got no attitude on I hit the jackpot, now you've got to fly away home Cities they grow like the dust on the floor We are just animals, ain't nothing more Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles Over and over again Got you some fancy clothes, plastic and fantastic now Hand-to-mouth living's no way to get laid in this town Love is like war when you can't pick a side I'll show you my teeth if you show me your pride Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles Over and over again Ain't that the way When you're young, your back's straight as a line On go the days You grow tired and a crick in your spine Time stretches slow like the skin on your hand Placing for picking, the moments they stand out Walking in circles, we go through the turnstiles Over and over again