I dance around this empty house
Middle finger in the air
Screaming down the halls
`The truth?’ I don’t care.
Pictures framing up the past
To the middle of nowhere,
This museum full of ash
And I swear,

Its time its start the count down.
So you’d better run and hide
This used to be a funhouse
You can’t take me for a ride...
It’s time to start the countdown
Spinning round, spinning round, spinning round