You can make up a list Of the things you want ...Could be anything. When you've crossed them all off, And there's nothing left, To start again.
The occasional milestone on your path, Shows how far you've come. But the record will show, And it's all too much, And not enough.
So step right up, Everything's just fine. I'm only here to do what's right.
If it cannot be slowed, And it's too late to change, Just cover up Keep it spinning around out of control, Til it's hard to stop Like a moth to the flame, you can't resist You have to get involved. Why did you get involved?
So step right up, Everything's just fine. I'm only here to do what's right Don't worry about it
Tell us what's your secret? How come it works everytime? You make it look so easy, Like you don't even try. Tell us what's your secret? Have you got something to hide? If giving up so easy, Why do you even try?
And the record will show You were falling fast, It was all too much, And you weren't fast enough
So step right up, Everything's just fine. I'm only here to do what's right Don't worry about it
Tell us what's the secret? How come it works everytime? You make it look so easy, Like you don't even try. Tell us what's your secret? Have you got something to hide? If giving up so easy, Why do you even try?
It's like you don't even try. It's never all too much Yeah, and not enough It's like you don't even try. It's never all too much Yeah, and not enough.
Compositores: Ian Thomas Ball (Gomez), Paul Blackburn (Gomez), Thomas William Gray (Tom Gray), Benjamin Joseph Ottewell (Ben Ottewell), Oliver James Peacock (Olly Peacock) ECAD: Obra #2679118