Bad Religion - Flat Earth Society

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 away with grave determination
and no destination
lie, lie, lie

yeah, nothing feels better
than a spray of clean water
and the whistling winds on a calm summer night
but you'd 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