You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you You say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard, but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says, "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?" But something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible", as he hands you a bone And something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts among the lumberjacks To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway, they already expect you To all give a check to tax-deductible charity organizations Ah, you've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read, it's well known But something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels And without further notice he asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan" And you know something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now, you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "Now" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow" "Give me some milk or else go home" And you know something's happening But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law against you comin' around You should be made to wear earphones 'Cause something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?

(Going around in circles baby) (And I don't care where I go) I know, I'm going around in circles baby You know, I'm going around in circles Here I go And I don't care where you go I know, I'm going around in circles baby You know I'm going around in circles March 2nd, I was cursed I never felt felt my body hurt I'ma end up in a hearse By March 21st I know, I'm going around in circles baby You know, I'm going around in circles baby I wanna kill myself But I'm too big of a coward I have no self control I have no power You know, I'm going around in circles baby I know, I'm going around in circles baby I owe the government hella cash And I can't get it hella fast They 'gon take it out of my account And I'ma die broke I know, I'm going around in circles baby You know, I'm going around in circles baby I'ma die a broke man Not a cent in my hand 'Cause life ain't fair All kids beware You know, I'm going around in circles baby I know, I'm going around in circles baby I never met another one (Never met another one) And my face 'gon meet this gun (I don't care) And I don't care where I go And I don't care where you from Give me a sign

The moon lights up over the battlefield now, With a blistering heat somehow Lifeless and broken heart to death, They should have just stayed home instead Stayed alive. We'll let her rice We gliss on some others eyes She wonders where when and why She could have tucket him in his bed, With a kiss on the cheek and his head He'd still lay Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows on what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, She lost him before they were wed But hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler I'm a long way from my home If the people don't like me They can leave me alone Come sit down beside me Come sit down right here Come sit down, love, I want you Love you boldly, so dear When you get to Wyoming A letter you'll see If you get into trouble Just you write and tell me For I once had a lover Her age was sixteen She's a flower of velvet and the rose of Celine Her parents was against me Now she is the same If I write on your book, love Just you blot out my name Oh there's changes in the ocean There's changes in the sea There's changes in my true love There's no change in me