All For Swinging You Around

Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground While tearing off another page of loose change outrage It's another perfect day until the night shows Exploding international, the wind did howl The sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds And hanging on the bleeding end of conscious, who's this? Was there anything I missed, as far as you know? As far as you know? Was it all for swinging you around? All for swinging you around Exploding international, the sun, the sights The moments you are viewing through a beam of light Propel you through the golden age we crash-land the first page On a crumbling world stage, into the front rows Into the front rows And all for swinging you around All for swinging you around And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round Spinning round, spinning round We're twisting incognito with no time, cant talk Cant tell if this is fantasy or culture shock Or remnants of a golden age that's near mint unplayed Or a welcome overstayed beneath the light show Beneath the light show All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around All for swinging you around