When I was young. I would scream blue murder. Till I had my own way. Run from the family. And tell of a story to spite my elders. Round and round the boy. In the garden of lies and science fiction. Brother and sister and father of mine. Keep us together and keep us in line. A lot we depend on a lot we can do. Send love to mother I'll be good to you. To pollute the mind of a minor. The only escape from the rigours of life. Pretend we're a family and believe. In the virtues of truth. Round and round caught up. In a garden of lies and deception. Brother and sister and father of mine. Keep us together and keep us in line. A lot we depend on a lot we can do. Send love to mother I'll be good to you. Round and round and round and round.