The Roundabout

There's no instance In conscience or convenience Even though you stand On heavy shoulders I'll take the roundabout Cause I like to see St. Jude Again and again Hands folded in prayer God, do you write prescriptions? God damn my signature is fake I'll take the roundabout Cause I like to see my house Number four number five number six number seven And number eight And I'd buy you a drink My credit is quite shit We can all laugh And have tap water My friend laughs Cause he thinks he's having a daughter You can find me at the roundabout And you try the passagenger door Aw shit man, it doesn't even work And you cry like you've never seen water Come to think of it I think my dad wanted a daughter You can find me at the roundabout Where every lotto ticket Wins you ten dollars Inside city limits That don't even buy cigarettes You hit the back road You grab a carton Lean into my shoulder Wearing an old man's coat Couple more badges and a ten cent stamp Will you love me at the roundabout? You can find me at the roundabout