Flat Earth Society

l[E]ie, lie, li[D]e, lie, lie, lie[E], lie, lie, lie [B]

t[E]he full moon is risin[D]g over dark water

a[C]nd the fools belo[B]w are picking up sticks

a[E]nd the man in the ga[D]llows lies permanently

w[C]aiting for the doctors to [B]come back and tend to him,

 [G] the flat earth society[D] is meeting here today,

 [G] singing happy little li[B]es and the bri[G]ght ship

 [D] humana is[A] sent far away

 [F#] with grave determina[G]tio[A]n.... [B]

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