Jewels and Gold

I? m going round, I? m going down To my friend's house to get myself high It takes me to a different place Where nothing leaves my mind But the men in blue knocked on my door He said I? ve come to kill off your kind It? s the killing of the mind The circus came then packed up their things When there? s no one around We? ll be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold I? m rolling down, I? m rolling down to my hotel Between the lines The paperboy still looks the same As the old get old and the young are feeling fine A soldier came, knocked on my wall He said I? ve come to kill off your kind It? s the killing of the mind The circus came then packed up their things When there? s no one around We? ll be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold The circus came then packed up their things When there? s no one around We? ll be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and gold