lie, lie, lie...      The full moon is rising over dark water   And the fools below are picking up sticks   And the man in the gallows lies permanently   Waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him,   The flat earth society is meeting here today,   Singing happy little lies   And the bright ship humana is sent far away   With grave determination...   And no destination, lie, lie, lie      Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water   And the whistling wind on a calm summer night,   But you'd better believe that down in their quarters   The men are holding in for their dear lives,   The flat earth society is somewhere far away,   With their candlesticks and compasses   And the bright ship humana is well on its way   With grave determination...   And no destination, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum