The Wheel

A revolving wheel of metal chairs Hung on chains, squealing Four little children flying out A blind man sings in Arabic

Hey little children don't disappear (I heard it was 28,000) Lost upon a revolving wheel (I heard it was 28,000)

Now you see them, now you don't Children vanish 'hind vehicle Now you see them, now you don't Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull

Hey little children don't disappear (I heard it was 28,000) All that's left after a year (I heard it was 28,000) A faded face, the trace of an ear (I heard it was 28,000)

A tableau of the missing Tied to the government building 8,000 sun-bleached photographs Faded with the roses

Hey little children don't disappear (I heard it was 28,000) Lost upon a revolving wheel (I heard it was 28,000) All that's left after a year (I heard it was 28,000) A faded face, the trace of an ear (I heard it was 28,000)

And watch them fade out And watch them fade out And watch them fade out...