Everything feels like a limerick rhyme All mad in the end but started just fine Four hours ahead, six hours away With no crying child, A tiny delay
Some voices are red, some voices are green, When white rabbit’s gone, it’s time to begin, Some people can’t sing when it’s minus 15, Some voices may break with a smallest earthquake
Chorus: But Mr.Falsefier Spoke his heart to the Mary-Ann church choir And Mr.Falsefier lied. Mr. Falsefier Was a regular lier And the choir of colors went white.
He was asking ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, He was answering those himself Calling people he’d never mentioned Missing something he’d never had
Some voices are red, some voices are green When white rabbit’s gone it’s time to begin Some people can dance and fall only once Some people can laugh not cheerful enough.
Chorus: But Mr.Falsefier Spoke his heart to the Mary-Ann church choir And the choristers were fair and rough. They said ‘Dear Falsefier, Go to hell you damned liar ‘Cause your schizoid wife is alive’.