Road To Paradise - Magnum

Innocence is traded on the road to paradise

When ambition starts to raise its ugly head

Prizes won’t be given for the last ones in the line

And that’s something that we all appear to dread

Listen to the ravings of a disillusioned man

When the rainy days collect to do their worst

Full of neat surprises is their sympathetic plan

They will cut you up and sell you till it hurts

We’re all spinning on the roundabout

We’re all spinning on the roundabout

We keep spinning on the roundabout

I don’t wish to fight

Just to prove that I’m right

I don’t want the world upside down

I don’t wish to fight

Just to prove that I’m right

I just need the world spinning around

I don’t wish to fight

Just to prove that I’m right

I just need the world spinning around

We’re all spinning on the roundabout

We’re all spinning on the roundabout

We keep spinning on the roundabout

Forever spinning on the roundabout