Centuries ago we people knew our way Unlike now, one might say Gazing through a keyhole we can paint these times And enjoy life underground Weaving in your life, avoiding webs of whys This all you need, hence soldier on January, countless things are wrong Trying to avoid the word we're thinking Years poured into our eyes Lense stained, but we Listen to the stories years go by Periscope and fancy microphones, why History, science cries The fat American lies! How wonderful and different shall tomorrows dawn Sun rises bright, fakes a delight Write yourself a life a hundred storeys high Page by page, lie by lie The lines between the stripes, serrated, hear them sighs Words all seem to boil down to Babylon The fat American lies The fat American lies, lies, lies, lies, lies The fat American lies, lies, lies The fat American lies The fat American lies The fat American lies