bang bang he shot me down
bang bang i hit the ground
bang bang my baby shot me down

the lights of the fair ground are soft and inviting
the childish melodies heartwarming and carressing
approach the carousel
fun my fingers over the strudy wooden horses
admiring their brilliant colours
get up and grip tightly onto the reins as the music plays
and the horses gallop away to no where.

but now the chasing beams are jarring and glarring
piercing my eyes
the tune a broken record that ceases to fade
bent on torturing me with plantive cries
ceaseless revolutions later my insides have started churning
the paint on the horses seem dull and the wood chipped and falling apart
the leather is cutting into my fingers
my back and behind are sore and i just want to get off.