And I'll trip a lie, fandango
My legs are sheer elastic
It's how you envelope me
I'm like a corpse in plasticYou find while at a picnic
When you're just there to kick it
Now you have to call the police
And report somethin' wickedAnd the scene, it turns so grisly
And the children, they are crying
You hand them black umbrellas
Tell 'em that the world is dyingIt's how you hide your cards
It's how you dress your scars
And let them breathe free
Life,
Fantastic...
Life,
So tragic...
Life,
Fantastic...And I'll trip a lie fandango
I'll dangle from your elbow
It's how you envelope me
Between chaos and beautyIt's like you're at a picnic
And the wind, it turns so wicked
But you cannot call the police
And report what is happeningAnd the scene, it turns so naughty
And your mother, she is crying
You take her in your arms
Tell her that the world is dyingOoh...Life,
Fantastic...
Life,
So tragic...
Life,
Fantastic.