Swings and Roundabouts

Six o’clock, it’s nearly dark
Kicking leaves up in the park
My hands in pockets by the green
Wishing that my nails were clean
I lean my back against a tree
A black bird sits and stares at me
Reflected in his dark black eye
The legacy of all my eyes… Now
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Now ten o’clock, I’m drinking beer
I don’t know why I come in here
Well it’s cold outside, yes that’s true
And I don’t really have much else to do
There’s someone standing at my arm
I think he means to do some harm
'Cause he says he used to be a hero
Staring down into his beer… Oh
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Now first… Number one
Can anybody really ever know someone
Two, three
Why is everybody talking about me
Four, five
Is it just for this that we strive
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
Two figures together add up to eleven
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
What are we gonna do about it
Upstairs in the house tonight
I’m coming down to see you
I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
Little bit swings and roundabouts
Listen to me laughing, Mary
Ha, ha, ha…