Top Of The Wheel - Hazel O'Connor

Round and round and round again

Increasing circles, what a fun game!

We think we’re different, we’re not the same

As you and me and she and he

And we always believed that we’re something unique

Our new little rich friends want us in their clique

And we’ll play, we’ll play all of our days away

There’s you scratching my back, me scratching yours

Rub up the right way, it always ensures

We’ll know the right people, open right doors

To the land of the famous incredible bores

And I got no respect for you, you’re just a fake

Gave up your lot for a bite of the cake

And we’ll play, we’ll play all of our days away

How could we feel?

We’re so unreal

Stuck at the top of the wheel

You’re the sucker who fell for their spiel

You’re the crawler who fell for their deal

Your smug little cliches, they get up my nose

Your hair dyed, your fine clothes, they’re all for the pose

Naked before me, your cover is blown

Here come the robots, the mindless, the clones

And you sold up our insides, body and soul

Do as you’re told now, and we’ll play our roles

And we’ll play, we’ll play all of our days away

How could we feel?

We’re so unreal

Stop at the top of the wheel

You’re the sucker who fell for their spiel

You’re the crawler who fell for their deal

How could we feel?

We’re so unreal

Stop at the top of the wheel

You’re the sucker who fell for their spiel

You’re the crawler who fell for their deal …