ONCE THERE WAS A MAN
who had a little too much time on his hands.
He never stopped to think that he was getting older.
And when his night came to an end,
he tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend that
he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover.
He said: is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky
has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round.
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town.
Three o'clock in the morning,
you get a phone call from the queen with a hundred
of heads, she says that they're all dead.
She tried the last one on, it couldn't speak, fell off,
and now she just wanders the halls thinking nothing,
thinking nothing at all…
She says: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky
has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round.
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town.
The wheelies are cutting pavement,
and the Skeksis at the rave meant to hide,
deep inside their sunken faces and their wild,
rolling eyes.
But their callous words reveal that they can no
longer feel, love or sex appeal.
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal.
To return to Oz we fled the world with smiles and
clenching jaws.
Please help me friend from coming down,
I've lost my place and now it can't be found.
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky
has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round.
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town.
