We've got to come down, we're going crazy
Feeling so goddamn unsatisfied
Where is the justice? Where is the jury?
When will we all be set free?
It's getting colder, and I am not ready
Ready to take on the world tonight
The troubles are rolling, we should've known better
Lord knows the pressure is on tonight
To spin you around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
Will the winter ever be over?
And when will my heart know the coast is clear?
So wait for my hands to clap when I'm ready
Ready to get on, on with the fight
And maybe it's too much for you to take
Maybe it's too much, your heart is breaking
Maybe it's okay if you cry
Maybe it's okay to know why
It's only disaster
It's criminal justice
It's deep-rooted baby
To spin you around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
Crowd around, crowd around and tell 'em now
Ain't about to tell you how
Just get off your ass and run
Run, yeah, just for fun
And just remember to hold on tight
And spin all around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah.
Writer(s): Steven Holt, Brock Lindow, Thomas Noonan, Mick Whitney
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