Merry Old Lies

Ain't it compromise? Ain't it merry old lies? All this talk, fiddle dee Anyway? We live sceptic times What's expected is smiles Firm, yet false Handshakes fools will believe Does it scorch your eyes? Rub your toes Take a doze Shopping malls Wait with open arms Saving blows So it goes Ain't it compromise? Ain't it forgotten lies? All this talk Blabbering will fade away It'll pass, as all Doesn't everyone know It's just foam For one to Lose his way? Thirst, hope, glee Oddly melt down Who now talks, at the moon As Pierrot did? Modern happy clowns On a merry-go-round Entrapped all, in some cool Make-believe Does it scorch your eyes? Grab a hose Spray their nose Snap the pose Spread some grating post Thinking blows So it goes