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directional dyslexia
bothers me today
north from south or east from west
I just can't find my way
I thought I'd buy a compass
to point me to the poles
I went down to the compass store
but the compasses were sold
were sold
down here at the Laundromat
they'll surely let me in
the crown royal bag of quarters
'cuz round and round and round and round
is where I feel secure
its a miracle of motion
a curse a cure
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I go round and round and round again
if I was my mechanic
I know what just I'd need
a little fuel injection
for kicking up the speed
like the tigers or the little boy
I'll chase my tail around
and turn it into butter
the barrier of sound
'cuz round and round and round and round
is where I feel at home
its a little claustrophobic here
it leaves no room to roam
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I go round and round and round again
wrong time
wrong place
was a good try
but the wrong way
got the north star
southern cross
flash light but
I'm still lost
but I know
someday
I'll find my way
but, I guess
tell them
I sit here and spin
on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I go round and round and round again
wrong time
wrong place
was a good try
but the wrong way
got the north star
southern cross
flash light but
I'm still lost
but I know
someday
I'll find my way
but I guess
tell them
I sit and spin
on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I'm on spin cycle
I go round and round and round again