| 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 |