Centuries ago we people knew our way
Unlike now, one might say
Gazing through a keyhole we can paint these times
And enjoy life underground
Weaving in your life, avoiding webs of whys
This all you need, hence soldier on
January, countless things are wrong
Trying to avoid the word we're thinking
Years poured into our eyes
Lense stained, but we
Listen to the stories years go by
Periscope and fancy microphones, why
History, science cries
The fat American lies!
How wonderful and different shall tomorrows dawn
Sun rises bright, fakes a delight
Write yourself a life a hundred storeys high
Page by page, lie by lie
The lines between the stripes, serrated, hear them sighs
Words all seem to boil down to Babylon
The fat American lies
The fat American lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
The fat American lies, lies, lies
The fat American lies
The fat American lies
The fat American lies
