in the tropics

each tale is just another stinking lie
we fall into the trap and hate the day
nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

there are no heroes to whom we may fly
no child is now allowed to sing or play
each tale is just another stinking lie

the vision was just daubs of paint and dye
your name was always in the dossier
nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

these are the best illusions we could buy
you'd think we used a higher class of clay
each tale is just another stinking lie

watch round the corner for the snitch and spy
any who smiles might just as easy slay
nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky

the truth hides well from every normal eye
the honest man gets out of power's way
each tale is just another stinking lie
nothing but pain falls out of the blue sky