Once there was a man
Who had a little too much
Time on his hands
Never stopped to think
That he was getting older
When his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend
That he could wish himslef health
On a four-leaf clover

He said is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws
There's a wind-up man
Walking round and round
What once was Emerald City's
Now a crystal town

It's three o'clock in the morning
You get a phonecall
From the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
Couldn't speak, fell off
And now she just a'wanders the halls
Thinking nothing
Thinking nothing at all

She says is this the return to Oz...(chorus)

The wheelies are cutting pavement
The Skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside
Their sunken faces
And their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel
Love or Sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to clinch the deal

To return to Oz
We've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend I'm coming down
I've lost my place and cann't be found

(chorus)