Every day I walk the street
Just to miss the line
The mirror tells me I'm not drunk
The paper says I'm fine
The toilet is a minibar
The carpet is a bed
The devil got me on the run
No reason to get sad
And so the wheels keep turning
Keep turning, keep turning
And so my heart is burning
The childhood is a distant dream
The future is a script
The plot is wishy-washy
The actor gets no grip
The producer tells me "You're OK!"
Again I get the lie
I'm acting like a kinky clown
Did I miss the sign?
And so the wheels keep turning
Keep turning, keep turning
And so my heart is burning
Keep turning
Keep, keep turning
