No one has to pay a price for lying
To tell the truth is somewhat death defying
You spend your life swinging from the candelabrum
It’s not sunburn, you have a drinking problem
Move the letters to make up different words
Surrender to the drones is for the birds
A ten game slide and Rushman’s in a slump
See the doctor for your mystery lump
Know the score
Less is more
And here’s a note to Dorothy
We are not in Kansas anymore
The truth is found in everything you feel
Everybody eats a final death row meal
They kicked you out of class for what you didn’t do
But you burned the chicken for the backyard barbecue
The big mouth women with meaningless degrees
Poison all the air on MSNBC
Should the living seek their guidance from the dead?
And you waisted another Sunday filling your waterbed
Know the score
Less is more
But don’t you surrender Dorothy even though
We are not in Kansas anymore
See the old man without a friend or lover
No one wants to pay the price to suffer
Your shift from Tupperware sows seeds of mayhem
No one wants to drink the cup the Father gives them
So you praise the dark and demonize the light
You got your sittlichkeit. Own your sittlichkeit.
Praise, accolades, and three cheers for the whores
We are not in Kansas anymore