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I heard a story about people throwing nickles to a fish
And all the money that they threw into the wind came back to them
And all their charity and offerings and smiles were in vain
Cuz the ocean of their affection was dead beyond repair
There was a man who came to my attention
He was a dagger who was up for re-election
Why be true? Why be true?
Shy girls and ministers will dance upon the coffins of their youth
Theories to clinical for them to take - to serious to use
It's just a photograph of Jupiter and Venus and the Moon
All in one photograph, a mystery that hasn't any clues
There was a man with a fault to bad to mention
He was the object of the working girls affections
Why be true? Why be true?
Feed me and talk to me and show me all the branches on your tree
You are a chemical and physical and lying next to me
Abd there are far to many pieces in this puzzle don't ya think?
Into this closet full of maniacs I'll take another drink
So many men who would love to save the nation
How can you plan for such a game of domination?
Why be true? Why be true?
