Seven Sisters

Most of the true things I'm about to tell are lies
I won't bother bending ears when I don't believe my eyes
I'd rather that sleeping in Central Park
A lion hunter stumbling round in the dark
A dentist and a British queen
And they all fit together in the same machine

Nice, nice, very nice, it's so very nice
So many people in the same device

If you're looking for reason
That really seems absurd
When there's no meaning in meaningless words
And the truth, so it seems
Is just confusion at dreams
Inflicting punishment without the crime
Never mind
For would you prefer it if I lie high in the sky
Almighty nothing as payment ?
Goodbye, goodbye...