You have your downs.
You ride in circles, round and round.
Your friends may leave,
and lose their seat.
But more new people
you may meet.
It can break
and it can wear,
but someone always will repair.
You can leave at anytime.
Or wait to get kicked off.
Or perhaps an accident occurs
and sends you flying off.
Some people you will never see,
different sides of the world.
While others just won't leave your side,
until your ride is hurled.
In good old fashion hierarchy,
The animal sits below our ass.
Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up Horsey!
I think I'm gonna pass.
Instead I'll climb on to the pole
enjoy the ride from there.
Life is like a carousel.
Not going anywhere.
So here I watch the world pass by,
I watch for any change.
The man still charges for the ride,
The poor sit back, watch from the side.
The rich walk past filled with pride.
How in hell can I enjoy this ride?
This world is like a carousel.
Outdated, needs to change.
So let's make this world a better ride,
A free and equal ride.
That's filled with fun and happiness.
Is it really out of range?