Оригинален текст
Round round round we go
so clued up but obliviously
systematically and vigorously
society behaves so hideously
quick to move prove nothing that helps us
we run earth so ridiculously
guilty, portrayed, so innocently
earth natives act immigrantly
grew up parallel to poverty
little choice did crime for a while
i was born in the court of pocketless
i want to stand just put money on trial
robbery sure did effect me
kept me in the sight of the old bill
so i state music's the escape
to the front gate, to the house on the hill
This better be my lucky star
i'm too far gone, i've gone to far
this better my lucky star
i'm too far gone, i've gone to far
{stop}
Look up look out
jump up jump up
look up look out
jump up jump up