| Corridors |
|---|
| Walk him up and down the corridors |
| Till his arms are tired |
| Till his lungs are tired |
| Starve him of the air, the dimming light |
| Till his eyes are wide |
| Till his eyes are wild |
| Till he sees the other side |
| Chain him to the burning carousel |
| Till the horses tire |
| Till the horses tire |
| Burn away the bearings of his life |
| Till his eyes are wild |
| Till his eyes are wild |
| But stave off suicide |
| Oh, my, my, m-m-my |
| M-m-my, m-my |
| M-my, m-my, m-my, m-my |
| M-m-my |
