Walk in Circles Songtext
von Grant‐Lee Phillips

I′d rather walk in circles with the witches
And dance by the waxing moon
Than to join in the ranks of the ratched
Rally with those rightious goons

I'd rather go down fighting for the water
Than to start another war for oil
Go find another way to fill the coffers
Those thugs becoming balder when earth says heil

Some people, they refuse to be enlightened
You try to prod those ones awake
They would love the inquisition
Like the ones who burned poor Giordano Bruno at the stake

I′d rather walk in circles with the wicked
Huddle with the heretics
Find some other boy to do your digging
The dirty work of mudding up the bricks


Wanna walk in circles
I wanna walk in circles
I wanna walk in circles

I'd rather walk in circles with the witches
How 'bout a little elbowroom
Will somebody show me where the switch is?
Not like a bike, tryin′ to operate a broom

At the risk of inflaming the religious
Most certainly they are the loving kind
But the zealous make the rest of us suspicious
And who wants to walk on eggshells all the time?

Some people, they refuse to be enlightened
You try to prod those ones awake
They′ll be the first to grab the matches
Like the ones who burned poor Giordano Bruno at the stake

Wanna walk in circles
I wanna walk in circles
I wanna walk in circles

I wanna walk in circles
Walk in circles
Walk in circles