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