Return To Oz

Once there was a man

who had a little too much time on his hands

he never stopped to think that he was getting older.

When his night came to an end

He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend

That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?

The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws

There's a wind-up man walking round and round

What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Its three o' clock in the morning

You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads

She says that they're all dead

She tried the last one on

It couldn't speak, fell off

And now she just wanders the halls

Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz?

The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws

There's a wind-up man walking round and round

What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement

and the Skeksis at the rave meant

to hide deep inside

their sunken faces

and their wild, rolling eyes

But their callous words reveal

That they can no longer feel

Love or sex appeal

The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to Oz we've fled the world

With smiles and clenching jaws

Please help me friend from coming down

I've lost my place now and it cant be found

Is this the return to Oz?

The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws

There's a wind-up man walking round and round

What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town