All For Swinging You Around

Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds
 And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground
 While tearing off another page of loose change outrage
 It's another perfect day until the night shows
 Exploding international, the wind did howl
 The sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds
 And hanging on the bleeding end of conscious, who's this?
 Was there anything I missed, as far as you know?
 As far as you know?
 Was it all for swinging you around?
 All for swinging you around
 Exploding international, the sun, the sights
 The moments you are viewing through a beam of light
 Propel you through the golden age we crash-land the first page
 On a crumbling world stage, into the front rows
 Into the front rows
 And all for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around
 And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
 And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
 And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
 Spinning round, spinning round
 We're twisting incognito with no time, cant talk
 Cant tell if this is fantasy or culture shock
 Or remnants of a golden age that's near mint unplayed
 Or a welcome overstayed beneath the light show
 Beneath the light show
 All for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around
 All for swinging you around