I'm gonna change my
Immediate circle of friends
I'm gonna run away
and join the circus, oh yeah
They've been leading me
around in circles, round and round
I'm gonna change my
Immediate circle of friends

In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping

I raise my game as the stakes
stack higher, higher
You cry wolf like you're the
town cryer, cry girl
The queen of clubs
drinks in pubs on days off, over
swells on dregs, drags on
duck-arsed cigarettes

In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping

I'm gonna change my
Immediate circle of friends
I'm gonna run away
and join the circus, oh yeah
I'll be assistant to the blind knife thrower
Better that than being factory fodder, order

In my darkest hour of need
They all become make believe
And they pretend that they are sleeping