It went around
and came around, and went around again.
Then it came around, went back around
and came around again.
"What's with all the run around?"
I asked my breathless friend.
"Guess what goes around, will come around
right up until the end."
"But what's all this you're chasing down?"
I asked the weary man~
"Been chasin' all these wimin,
and they've yet to slow me down."
"Who runs this ride you run beside,
and can't they cut the speed?"
"I have no clue, but maybe you
can jump this thing, and plead."
Just one last run around, dear girl
take a ride and wait for me,
I appreciate everything you do
I'm a sick sorry son of a b.
So I hopped aboard his dream machine
where painted ladies rode the poles
pushed passed the blown out bimbos
to the room which housed controls.
I peeked inside the window
and much to my surprise
there was no one manning anything
on this carousel of lies.
A sea of lovely lonelies
rode 'The Future' from the past
and my friend went 'round a few more times
didn't know how long he'd last.
Suddenly he was on the ground
and draggin' on his knees
with sweat upon his forehead, I said,
"Hey Jackass, let go. Please."
"One last run around, dear girl
don't you worry none about me
I appreciate your deep concern
but I'm a sick sorry son of a b".
Well, it took some major doing
to release his grip of fear
I prayed and jumped, and though bruised and bumped
was finally in the clear.
You've cashed in all your chips, my friend
but you'll be back for more, I see
for it's you who controls 'The Future'
my sick sorry son of a b.
We hobbled from the Carn-evil,
my weary friend and me
what comes around WILL go around
Hope the truth will set him free.