lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools

below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies

permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the

flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies

and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave

determination... and no destination, lie lie lie... yeah, nothing

feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on a

calm summer night but you'd better believe that down in their quarters

the men are holding on for their dear lives, the flat earth society is

somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the

bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination... and

no destination, lie lie lie, ad inifinitum