the sun is rising in the west
ships sailing off a flat earth
the moon the size of jupiter for what it's worth
all the worse becoming all the best
everybody is subject to the test
the king becomes the jester
the jester becomes the king
that fat lady can no longer sing
and the jury has been sequestered
there judging you by your ancestors
they’ll come back with a decision
while the accused await their fate
you stand there with nothing else to contemplate
except to spend your life in prison
or to have surgery to correct your vision
you wish you could return to times before
when everything was a little more formal
you wanna return to a state of normal
but normal isn’t normal anymore
it got thrown out of the back door
the sage has suddenly become the fool
out with the old and in with the new
doesn’t seem like there’s much you can do
chaos has suddenly become the rule
their tearing down the old school
