While you make pretty speeches I am being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance And this just feels like spinning plates I am living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates I am living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river
While you make pretty speeches I am being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance And this just feels like spinning plates I am living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates I am living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river
