lost in deep bush

we've heard the lies we hear them once again
the glibbest answers are the ones we've heard
nothing remains for us but sorrow and long pain

the mark on the map looks like a large bloodstain
the long shadow there comes from a carrion bird
we've heard the lies we hear them once again

we've seen the fall of darkest oily rain
we asked for bread and we received a turd
nothing remains for us but sorrow and long pain

the simplest kindness will go against the grain
the kingdom's ruled by masters of the absurd
we've heard the lies we hear them once again

nothing that's here is either clear or plain
our vision's like our language dull and blurred
nothing remains for us but sorrow and long pain

the injury here is to the heart and brain
the falsehood's present in the merest word
we've heard the lies we hear them once again
nothing remains for us but sorrow and long pain