Lyrics: I’ve got April showers but no May flowers Just the clouds above my head stacked up like towers Every day, I wake up and get in the shower And fathom the day ahead It makes me want to cower And dissolve and disappear among the hot water There’s a circle of life, all right But it’s a circle of shite From which there is no respite (Cycles of pain) (Pain) Endlessly, I circle that drain (Cycles of pain) (Pain) Repeating day after week, every month, each year (Cycles of