| Song | Cyclone McClusky |
| Artist | Gaelic Storm |
| Album | Cabbage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Twinkling lights come into view as the night swallows the day | |
| We listen for the sounds, the screams, the fear and the funto guide us on our way | |
| The barker shouts, into his megaphone, “ | |
| Step right up and gather ‘round | |
| Two nickels buys a ticket, the | |
| Carnival’s in town!” | |
| Chorus:We’re going ‘round, ‘round, ‘round, wheels on the wall | |
| Round, round, round, we’re not gonna fall | |
| Round, round, round, we’re all living for another day | |
| We’ll ride another day | |
| We’re not here for the cotton candy, we’re here for the gasoline | |
| Were waiting for the show to begin then we’ll all hustle in | |
| To hear the roar of his machine | |
| McClusky waves at a pretty girl, blows a kiss, we hold our breath | |
| He’s Cyclone | |
| McClusky and he’s gonna ride the wall of death(Chorus) | |
| Will McClusky live? (or will he die?) | |
| I paid to watch him fall (or maybe watch him fly) | |
| I’ve been afraid to live (I’ve been afraid to try) | |
| But if the | |
| Cyclone can do it, then maybe so can | |
| INow the midway’s empty, the ground’s gone bare and cold | |
| I still can hear the cheers, the screams, the squeal of the wheelslike when | |
| I was ten years old | |
| It echoes on, it’ll never die, | |
| I won’t let go ‘til my last breath | |
| I’m living like the | |
| Cyclone and | |
| I’m riding on the wall of death(Chorus) |
| Twinkling lights come into view as the night swallows the day | |
| We listen for the sounds, the screams, the fear and the funto guide us on our way | |
| The barker shouts, into his megaphone, " | |
| Step right up and gather ' round | |
| Two nickels buys a ticket, the | |
| Carnival' s in town!" | |
| Chorus: We' re going ' round, ' round, ' round, wheels on the wall | |
| Round, round, round, we' re not gonna fall | |
| Round, round, round, we' re all living for another day | |
| We' ll ride another day | |
| We' re not here for the cotton candy, we' re here for the gasoline | |
| Were waiting for the show to begin then we' ll all hustle in | |
| To hear the roar of his machine | |
| McClusky waves at a pretty girl, blows a kiss, we hold our breath | |
| He' s Cyclone | |
| McClusky and he' s gonna ride the wall of death Chorus | |
| Will McClusky live? or will he die? | |
| I paid to watch him fall or maybe watch him fly | |
| I' ve been afraid to live I' ve been afraid to try | |
| But if the | |
| Cyclone can do it, then maybe so can | |
| INow the midway' s empty, the ground' s gone bare and cold | |
| I still can hear the cheers, the screams, the squeal of the wheelslike when | |
| I was ten years old | |
| It echoes on, it' ll never die, | |
| I won' t let go ' til my last breath | |
| I' m living like the | |
| Cyclone and | |
| I' m riding on the wall of death Chorus |
| Twinkling lights come into view as the night swallows the day | |
| We listen for the sounds, the screams, the fear and the funto guide us on our way | |
| The barker shouts, into his megaphone, " | |
| Step right up and gather ' round | |
| Two nickels buys a ticket, the | |
| Carnival' s in town!" | |
| Chorus: We' re going ' round, ' round, ' round, wheels on the wall | |
| Round, round, round, we' re not gonna fall | |
| Round, round, round, we' re all living for another day | |
| We' ll ride another day | |
| We' re not here for the cotton candy, we' re here for the gasoline | |
| Were waiting for the show to begin then we' ll all hustle in | |
| To hear the roar of his machine | |
| McClusky waves at a pretty girl, blows a kiss, we hold our breath | |
| He' s Cyclone | |
| McClusky and he' s gonna ride the wall of death Chorus | |
| Will McClusky live? or will he die? | |
| I paid to watch him fall or maybe watch him fly | |
| I' ve been afraid to live I' ve been afraid to try | |
| But if the | |
| Cyclone can do it, then maybe so can | |
| INow the midway' s empty, the ground' s gone bare and cold | |
| I still can hear the cheers, the screams, the squeal of the wheelslike when | |
| I was ten years old | |
| It echoes on, it' ll never die, | |
| I won' t let go ' til my last breath | |
| I' m living like the | |
| Cyclone and | |
| I' m riding on the wall of death Chorus |