Once there was a man
Who had a little too much
Time on his hands
He never stopped to think
That he was getting older
But when his night came to an end
He tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend that he could wish himself 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
Three o'clock in the morning You get a phone call from the queen
With a heart that hags
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on,
it couldn't speak Fell off,
and now she just don't want us at
all Thinking nothing,
thinking nothing at all
She 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
The wheelies are cutting pavement
And the Skeksis are parading 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 *** appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal To return to Oz
We've fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me,
friend,
from coming down I've lost my place and now I can't be found
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