More
damned lies
David Brown & George Smith
The man said suntan
A high and blue sky
But it was raining again
Taxes - the fact is
You'll pay less - oh yes
The rise was no surprise
Your work's exemplary but it's not
up to me
So we'll have to let you go
All Pinocchios, and how the noses grow
There are more damned
lies
Than there are stars in the sky
More than the pebbles on the beach
And when you tell those
lies
The love that's the prize
Slips further from our reach
Stay sharp and work hard
Assured of reward
But in truth, there's no proof
Money - no worries
Don't itch if you're rich
It's a hand of sand
You read your horoscope - it's a hollow
joke
In your heart of hearts you know
All Pinocchios, and how the noses grow
Live life and get wise
Sagacious with age
The more I grow the less I know
Cheat the Grim Reaper
Just choose a new you
Never alone with a clone
Cosmetic surgery buys you dignity
And stops you looking gross
All Pinocchios, but we can fix that nose |