Troubles Galore on a Carousel Horse while I sit and eat cotton candy

Sugar melting decaying my teeth, well that’s all just fine and dandy

Soon, we’ll all be

Sprits in Passing

It’s quite the relief

That nothing we own we keep

Giving my all just so that I could fall down a valley and into a river

Floating downstream into another dream, guess I’m nothing but chopped liver

Soon, we’ll all be

Sprits in Passing

It’s such a relief

That nothing we own we keep

Oooooooo

Flashing back past to another mask that I wore when I was 23

 I was well dealing that burning sensation of what it means to be hurt and be hurting

Oh no

Soon, we’ll all be

Sprits in Passing

Ain’t that, the relief

That nothing we own we keep

Ooooooo

It’s all a rouse when you get back to you and you see that you’re clever and crafty

Oh but it’s just a game when you see it’s the same, as last year and the one that’s passing

Soon we’ll all be

Spirits in passing

It’s such, the relief

That nothing we own, nothing we own, no

Mmmmmmm