The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill.
They?ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.
The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low,
What has become of the world that we used to know?
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world
?was the radio
Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song.
I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong
The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be,
Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea.
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world ?
?was the radio
And even though the writing?s on the wall (wall)
It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall)
That golden age of the ordinary day
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could?ve swore it had a soul,
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world ?
?was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill
They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.