[bad word] one [bad word] all to our Carnival,
We'll start up the lonely carousel.
It spins and churns our feelings,
We're happy, we're merry, we're lonely.

pleasant sound, from far away, yet to hear it just brings me dismay.
I'm worried it might lead be astray.
It isn't fair, I can't agree, it's envy, envy, jealousy
I will not admit that I want to see.

I wonder how far away this broken Carnival must be,
If only one performer's there for us to see.
The radiant parade is marching beside me down the rail,
And all I can do is bite at my nail.

I like being alone, alone I'm fated,
Playing alone, all alone I hate it,
I need someone, [bad word] to me,
I need someone, but there's nobody!
 [bad word] one [bad word] all to our Carnival,
We'll start up the lonely carousel.
It spins and churns our feelings,
We're happy, we're merry, we're lonely.

From the [bad word] [bad word] sound,
Made by the lone Merry-Go-Round.
Together I'm playing once again,
With the children that live in the garden.

Far from home, I watch them all, the acrobats put on a show but fall.
I can't wait to join them on the ground.
The blurry [bad word] into view, despair is staining this world too,
While I ride upon this horse that spins around.

All of it's been eaten already,
But there's no one here,
It's all empty!

Step right up to the Carnival,
Take a seat on the crimson carousel.
It's spinning round and round so quick,
It never ends, it makes us sick.

From the [bad word] [bad word] sound,
Made by the red Merry-Go-Round.
I laugh at myself, I must confess,
For I've made an awful mess.

Carnival, it's the Carnival, always the Carnival,
But I don't want to dance.
Carnival, forever Carnival,
You don't stand a chance.

It can't be seen, you [bad word] 
But somehow you've seen it, don't pretend.
The stink of humans in their sinful trance.

I wonder how far away this empty Carnival will be,
If only one performer's there for us to see.
The glittering parade is marching beside me down the rail,
And all I can do is bite at my nail.

I like being alone, alone I'm fated,
Playing alone, all alone I hate it,
I need someone, [bad word] to me,
I need someone, but there's nobody!
 [bad word] one [bad word] all to our Carnival,
We'll start up the lonely carousel.
It spins and churns our feelings,
We're happy, we're merry, we're lonely.

Step right up to the Carnival,
Take a seat on the crimson carousel.
It's spinning round and round so quick,
It never ends, it makes us sick.

From the [bad word] a roaring sound,
Made by the red Merry-Go-Round.
I mock myself, I must confess,
For I've made a disgusting mess.

I'm happy, I'm merry, I'm lonely.

And I'm laughing at myself.