Another song about deception and our enduring gullibility.
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PARLOR TRICKS, SMOKE AND MIRRORS
VERSE 1:
So tell me, is nothing real or as it seems?
Compel me to indulge myself to the extreme.
Propel me through this pointlessly recurring dream.
Just sell me, and (you know) I’ll buy into anything.
Expel me from this hell-fire or I’ll surely scream.
BRIDGE:
When something tells you, something’s not right,
Check in and hop on an outbound flight.
The trick is to disappear from sight.
CHORUS:
Like politics, smoke and mirrors.
It’s all parlor tricks, smoke and mirrors.
VERSE 2:
So thrill me with death-defying sleight of hand.
Fulfill me and I’ll grease your palm with twenty grand.
Don’t kill me, at least not till I’m safe at home.
God will me from this world into a place unknown.
BRIDGE:
When something tells you, something’s not right,
Check in and hop on an outbound flight.
The trick is to disappear from sight.
CHORUS:
Like parlor tricks, smoke and mirrors.
It’s all parlor tricks, smoke and mirrors.
Nothing is as it appears.
It’s just parlor tricks, smoke and mirrors.
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
REPEAT VERSE 2:
BRIDGE:
When something tells you, something’s not right,
Wake up and hop on an outbound flight.
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