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
But 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
There's a wind up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City
Is now a crystal town
Three o'clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen
With a hoard of heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing,
Thinking nothing at all
She said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws
There's a wind up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City
Is now a crystal town
The wheelie's are cutting pavement
And the Skeksis at the rave meant 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 fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I've lost my place and now it can't be found
Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead,
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws.
There's a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was emerald city
Is now a crystal town