Truth now just a memory
of a time so long ago…
when Angels sang on Christmas eve
and us children played in snow,
when each new day was filled with fun
for every step that we did take
accepting fate whatever the price
for mistakes that we would make.
Truth was just a grown up thing
always covered up with lies…
like being polite to next doors wife
…someone they despise,
and always robbing Peter…
just so they could pay Paul
and hiding behind the kitchen door
when the tally man came to call.
Truth now just a memory
of a time so long ago…
when questions asked would be returned
by something you did not know,
when the knowledge that you gathered
and stored deep inside your mind
would only pose more questions
for every answer you would find.
Truth now just a memory
of a time so long ago…
now lies are what we're trained to hear
they're what we put on show,
we're ashamed to show our inner self
for fear of what's revealed
and it is always truth that suffers
as we shake on each new deal.
