Woody Lissauer

Lyrics

Down the primrose path I post
Straight to Satan’s grotto
Shunning virtue, doing all
Things that I ought not to

In the Land there comes a man
Not of us, but for us
A stand-up man
with an bang-up plan
Who’ll once again adore us

Don’t look away
Don’t look away
You might miss it

I’d no idea we’d been abused
Scorned and disrespected
But it looks like we’ll be grand again
All our dirt protected

Stoke the coals and fan the flames
The acolytes incited
Fired and shamed as the traitors came
All of them indicted

Don’t look away
Don’t look away
You might miss it

Faceless men precede me here
Deep in spleen, unending
Bent to pull the whole house down
For wrongs that they’re defending

Liberty of name usurped
By a long career of libel
Acid splashed like a megaphone
One hand on the Bible

Don’t look away
Don’t look away
You might look away
Don’t look away
You might miss it!