My tongue is long, my tongue is strong
Sometimes I'm sorry for what I say
But someone must put a pin burst the rancid bubble
The rainbow is a dirty gray
The world deteriorated into layers of popular opinion
But that's not how things work
People can't tell truth from con
We're choking on our celebratory cork
We weave the stories to unite
To come together as one
Now the stories have gone too too far
Too long this yarn that's spun
If our species has to survive
We ought to do the right thing
Have to get our shit together
Or we ourselves end this fling
