Can't rely on reality   Things ain't what they appear to be   When you visit please don't forget   The fragile mess of this nervous wreck      [Chorus]   Who of you feels he's been here before? [x4]      Now I've been here twelve times or more   Life's becoming a bit of a bore   If the ceiling speaks please don't complain   He might just make me go back round again      [Chorus]      Round and round and round and round and round and round again and round and round and round and round and round      [Stephen Hawking]   "The first million years   They were the worst   The second million years   They were the worst as well"      Please don't ask 'cuz I can't explain   Why I keep coming back again   Maybe it's 'cuz when I roll the dice   I never get to throw "afterlife"      [Chorus]      Round and round and round and round and round and round again and round and round and round and round and round and round