Turn It Around

I'm a bit part player in the story of my life

And I can't wake up but I just won't sleep at night

Maybe I'm alive and maybe I'm dead

The things you say rattle round my head

Empty words that sound like shit to me

Turn it round, round, round, round, round, round

Turn it around

There's a black dog sitting on my shoulder late at night

And the muzzle comes off and we talk about my life

Well, I don't need your Poly-Anna 'ism'

Your life skills coach and modern superstitions

Empty words that sound like shit to me