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.

Theres a wind-up man

Walking round and round.

What once was Emerald City's

Now a Crystal Town

It's 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 couldnt 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.

Theres a wind-up man

Walking round and round.

What once was Emerald City's

Now a Crystal Town

The wheelies are cutting pavement

And the Skeksis at the rave met

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 comming down

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

Is this the Return to Oz?

The grass is dead

The gold is brown

And the sky has claws.

Theres a wind-up man

Walking round and round.

What once was Emerald City's

Now a Crystal Town