There’s an old man sitting on the corner of the street

That nobody wants to see

All he’s asking is a warm cup of coffee

In the land of the brave and free

The land of milk and honey they said

And the streets are paved with gold

But Oz was just a dream you know

An like the stories that you were told

 

Well It’s all a lie;               

 

There’s a family living in a suitcase now

But they once had the perfect home

Two cars, two kids, dogs in the yard

But everything bought on loan

Well don’t you worry, if it all goes bang

There’s always a helping hand

But the hand now comes from the soup kitchen lady

In this wonderful freedom land

              

Well it’s all a lie; yes you know it’s a lie

 

What you do when your dreams have all been broken?

What you do when you’ve already sold your soul?

You can’t go back, you’ve too much pride

You can’t go on, the dream you had has died

 

There’s a young kid sitting in a school room

She’s trying to climb the tree

Teacher says “if you follow my lead

I can open your eyes to see.

Just follow the good book line and verse

And you’ll reach the Promised Land,

The good lord he knows right from wrong

If you just let him take your hand”

 

Well it’s all a lie; yes you know it’s a lie

 

There’s a child that’s born in the new world

But nobody gives a damn

Long as they keep on coming along

The cannons will all be manned

Hand on heart and follow that flag

You can always trust your Uncle Sam

I know somewhere these words come together

Slaughter and lamb

 

But It’s all a lie;               

Yes you know it’s a lie

You know it’s a lie

Yes you know it’s a lie