Swings and Roundabouts

Six o'clock, it's nearly dark
 Kicking leaves up in the park
 My hands in pockets by the green
 Wishing that my nails were clean
 I lean my back against a tree
 A black bird sits and stares at me
 Reflected in his dark black eye
 The legacy of all my eyes... Now
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 What are we gonna do about it
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 Little bit swings and roundabouts
 Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer
 I don't know why I come in here
 Well it's cold outside, yes that's true
 And I don't really have much else to do
 There's someone standing at my arm
 I think he means to do some harm
 'Cause he says he used to be a hero
 Staring down into his beer... Oh
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 What are we gonna do about it
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 Little bit swings and roundabouts
 Now first... Number one
 Can anybody really ever know someone
 Two, three
 Why is everybody talking about me
 Four, five
 Is it just for this that we strive
 Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
 Two figures together add up to eleven
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 What are we gonna do about it
 Upstairs in the house tonight
 I'm coming down to see you
 I won't stay in, you won't come out
 Little bit swings and roundabouts
 Listen to me laughing, Mary
 Ha, ha, ha...