(Clarke / Bell)

When I was young I would scream blue murder 'til I had my own way
Run from the family, tell of a story to spite my elders

Round and round
The boy in the garden of lies
And science fiction

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

To pollute of the mind of a minor, the only escape from the rigours of life
Pretend we're a family and try to believe in the virtues of truth

Round and round
Caught up in a tangle of lies
And deception

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

Round and round and round and round and
Round and round and round and round
Round and round and round and round and
Round and round and round and round

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)

Still we're going 'round
The boy in the garden of lies

Brother and sister
And father of mine
Keep us together
And keep us in line
A lot we depend on
A lot we can do
Send love to mother
I'll be good to you (I'll be good to you)