Fairytale

It's cold and we're all snowed in Vote yes for the global warming Reaping the things the poor are sowing What then are the polls showing? Who'll be the superseder, The builder of the walls; a great leader He'll rape us all and say surprise. ...and everything is fine. The one who traps the most monkeys in The maze will win The ballots handed did not have all names in You know that? I'm just saying... The New World Order Keeps fishing in the troubled water "Choose me. I will pour more fish in the sea" So, I would need a billion dollars to my name? But no validation, no acclaim? It's like a play, TV-make-up, a toupée, The chosen one may dig one grave. For the nation. Hooray! Fairytale for the ones with no hope Human weakness gets explored And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it's A fairytale for the ones with the dough And here's the happy rending news Told by the one you'll choose Wait, wait, wait, there is more! All the news your TV's sending, The same news they're all dispensing One Ring to rule them all, who's paying, Where's Waldo, Who's the Walrus? Confuse to veil the wrong questions By the only ones with the answers "Facts are stupid things" No, I don't need a billion dollars to my name I don't need a star, The Walk of Fame It's all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée, The chosen one will dig my grave. Hip, hip, hooray! Fairytale for the ones with no hope Human weakness gets explored And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it's A fairytale for the ones with the dough Turn the page with fingers so, So long and beautiful. The moon is rising down Your smile is but a frown Befitting like a tailor-made, upscale suit on a clown "Things have never been more like the way they are Today in history" "Sir, you are urinating on me" "It's freezing and snowing in New York. We need global warming" "Let's steel our wills and lose our minds" Let's steel our wills and lose our minds, our minds No, I don't need a billion dollars to my name I don't need a star, The Walk of Fame It's all a play, TV-make-up, a toupee, The chosen one will dig my grave. Hey-yay! Fairytale for the ones with no hope Human weakness gets explored And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it's A fairytale for the ones with the dough Turn the page with fingers so, So, long an beautiful Fairytale for the ones with no hope Human weakness gets explored And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it's A fairytale for the ones with the dough Page by page, we turn and fall asleep Then count the only sheep, too afraid to leap... in to a ravine. "It's not how many people vote and how they vote. It's who counts the votes."