Once there was a man
who had a little too much
time on his hands.
He never stopped to think he was getting older.
And 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 4-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.

3 'o' clock in the morning,
You get a phone call from the Queen
With a hundred 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
thinkin' nothing, thinkin' 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  appeal
The patchwork girl [bad word] to cinch the deal

To return to Oz, we fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend [bad word] 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.