Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
We started young, no thought of it
And now we're wholly full of shit.
They have their place and I have mine
But mine is shit and their's divine.
They are writing massage-memoirs
While we are working Abba-ttoirs
Can you hear the dance Fernando ?
Was it worth your life, commando ?
Priests and polititicians lie
Forgive us if we don't comply.