I?m going round, I?m going down   To my friend's house to get myself high   It takes me to a different place   Where nothing leaves my mind      But the men in blue knocked on my door   He said I?ve come to kill off your kind   It?s the killing of the mind      The circus came then packed up their things   When there?s no one around   We?ll be high as kings, without the things   Like jewels and gold      I?m rolling down, I?m rolling down to my hotel   Between the lines   The paperboy still looks the same   As the old get old and the young are feeling fine      A soldier came, knocked on my wall   He said I?ve come to kill off your kind   It?s the killing of the mind      The circus came then packed up their things   When there?s no one around   We?ll be high as kings, without the things   Like jewels and gold      The circus came then packed up their things   When there?s no one around   We?ll be high as kings, without the things   Like jewels and gold