THERE, ON THE COVER, SMILES A WOMAN NAMED STEVE
YOUR CAPTORS STOOD SENTRY, WITH SIMON LEGREE
DON’T EVEN MENTION, WHAT’S ON THAT TV
WHEN THE RATS RULE THE BELFRY WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?
PAST THE GATES, LAY THE STONES,WHERE THE OLD MOTHERS GRIEVE
TO THE TOWNS WHERE THE MEN, TOIL AND THEY HEAVE
COMES VANISHING WISHES OF CAVIAR DREAMS
AN OBNOXIOUS SLIME ON TOP OF YOUR ICE CREAM
WHO SAYS THAT ALL MEN JUST CLIMBED OUT OF THE SEA?
WHAT IS IT NOW, THAT IS KILLING THE BEES?
YOUR GLORIOUS LEADERS, ARE COVERED IN SLEAZE
YOUR JUDGES IN CHAMBERS, DOWN ON THEIR KNEES
THERE, IN THE WOODS, AMONG THE TALL TREES
THE SUNLIGHT CARESSES EACH MAGICAL LEAF
ACROSS MANY MILES, A GLORIOUS STREAM
PERFECTLY CRAFTED, IN FUNCTION AND MEANS
IT IS SOON TIME TO GO, SO, WITH THIS, I WILL LEAVE
FROM WHEN IT BEGAN, WHAT END YOU RECEIVE
IS THERE REALLY A QUESTION, WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?
IS THERE REALLY A QUESTION, WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?