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 far away
With grave determination
And no destination, lie, lie, lie

Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water
And the whistling wind on a calm summer night
But you'd better believe that down in their quarters
The men are holding in 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, ad infinitum