Circles

[Verse 1]
The little corporal returns from another Moscow
Five foot two in his platform shoes
And he speaks a little slow
Hail the retreat of a white messiah
Wading neck deep in the mire
Slinging his mud right in our eyes
Just to see where it will stick

[Verse 2]
Standing on the soapbox now
And he's lathering into a frenzy
It's all "his 'n' hers" and racial slurs
And the displacement of your senses
If anybody wants to find the way home
It's a paper chase papered with blood and foam
The loneliest long distance call
To a widow who's watching the war

[Chorus]
You can look at thе numbers
Watch them mount
Who gives a good goddamn about thе body count?
History is guesswork
And we're going round
We're going round in circles
We're going round in circles

[Verse 3]
The weather got hard at the end of March
And the wind cut like a knife
Blew into our faces wherever we turned
And we were holding on for life
It looks like we're gonna go straight to hell
And he's got big ideas but he just can't spell 'em
Whose idea was this anyway and why is it never mine?

[Chorus]
Well, you can look at the numbers
Watch them mount
Who gives a good goddamn about the body count?
It's rising just like clockwork
And we're going round in circles
We're going round
We're going round in circles

[Bridge]
Why is it he will never agree
To the truth of his biography?
His secret's safe with us
We'll take it to the grave

[Verse 4]
The air vent's locked and the ceiling's closed
Energy levels at an all time low
Tone deaf people playing musical chairs
Die slo-mo in the snow
Nothing or less, you can take your pick
A rose without thorns or a pointless prick
Did I ever tell you that you make me sick?
We're laughing deep inside

[Chorus]
Congratulations for all your lies
I hope the moment you died you felt justified
History's more than homework
And we're going round in circles
We're going round
We're going round
We're going round in circles
We're going round
We're going round
We're going round in circles