God Hates Kansas

I'm going back to Kansas

but it's never going to be the same again

ever since I fell in love

with this heartless and cold tin man

and I know that it's lonely without me

and I know that you won't know just what to do

but I'm here in this Technicolor violence

and I can't wait to go on without every single one of you

and you're wicked if you look Jewish

'cause that's where the chilling tales they all come from

eating all the children of the Christians

and killing off the savior before he could save anyone

there's no such thing as magic in your slippers

or in that blonde, attractive woman's wand

and all the small and worthless people whisper

while the real magicians hide the aces in their palms and the poor are reading psalms

but be careful what you wish for

because disappointment's twice as full of hate

and it burns like antiseptic when you realize

who is out there, who is out there, who is out there, listening to you pray

and the modern state of technology

it does nothing, but keep my mind off of things

and a thousand angels lose their wings

every time, every time a cell phone rings

but I'm never going back to Kansas

I'm never turning back to see its starving face

and there's no time for going back to Kansas

and I'm never gonna set foot in that worthless and oppressive place