Everybody's talkin' about going down
To see the show
I can't wrap my mind around it
Just look at them go

Bodies made up of empty spaces
That never touch
Circumscribed by a viscous oozing
Of inarticulate mass

People always told me
Life's full of surprises
It finds a way
Round and round again

The king's daughter in a violin string
Evening gown
Drives the knife and the fat enfolds it
God smiling down

People always told me
Life's full of surprises
It finds a way
Round and round again