Text: Carcass. Ever Increasing Circles.

Round and round we go
Like a merry-go-round out of control
The same old tune, the same old song
Again, again and again

Round and round we go
When will it stop, nobody knows
The same old chords, the same old words
It all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the same

Turn on, tune in, drop out
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?

Round and round we go
Ever get the feeling you've heard this before?
Same old melody, rejuvenated
Recycled again and again

Round and round, we go
Never able to stem the flow
The same old notes, going round in cycles
Over and over again and over again

Turn on, tune in, drop out
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune?

Who plays the fool?
As the circles ever increase

Round and round we go
Like a merry-go-round out of control
The same old tune, the same old song
Again, again and again

Round and round we go
Ever get the feeling you've heard this before?
The same old melody, rejuvenated
Recycled again and again, again and again

Turn on, tune in, drop out
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off

Turn on, tune in, drop out
Out of tune, dropped in, turned off
Who calls the tune? Who plays the fool?

Who calls the tune?
As the circles ever increase