in the tropics

each tale is just another stinking lie

we fall into the trap and hate the day

nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

there are no heroes to whom we may fly

no child is now allowed to sing or play

each tale is just another stinking lie

the vision was just daubs of paint and dye

your name was always in the dossier

nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

these are the best illusions we could buy

you'd think we used a higher class of clay

each tale is just another stinking lie

watch round the corner for the snitch and spy

any who smiles might just as easy slay

nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

the truth hides well from every normal eye

the honest man gets out of power's way

each tale is just another stinking lie

nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister