Lyrics Don King - Jason Nolan

Don King

Hey!
I don’t really know what is where anymore, love and war left me at the fair,
at the morgue
A turn style spinning me around like a record in a raffle
As the 'fetti rains down on the crown and jewels, a heavy and a hammer is a low
key tool
There’s a golden rule to ridicule anyone who can whistle
Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
the floor
When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
And I don’t know who’s left or what’s right
And I don’t know if I’d make a difference.
(You never changed a thing)
These days I’m a serviette on a coffee table, with the shakers
So when its ha, ha, ha, ha, hard, you’re never gonna change a thing
And when its ba, ba, ba, ba, bad, the black sheep ain’t rolling over
Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
the floor
When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
You make it seem besides the point
Well if nobody knows, it’s out of my hands
Where we are (So fair who we are)
Off the top off my head (Off the top of my head)
Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
the floor
When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
Tell me that you won’t be surprised, when he hides, when she hides
So tell me that you won’t be surprised, by the rise, of the guise
She told me that you don’t have sex anymore, strech anymore, put your feet on
the floor
When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying
When the heat goes out, the swings and roundabouts are dizzying