fast change artist
Well they’re changin’ history with a coat of paint,
Makin’ this one a sinner, that one a saint.
You can now love this one, that one you can hate.
Glad we found out, you know it’s never too late.
Their loading dice in the name calling game,
Paid t' change what’s already been changed.
Little Bo Peep didn’t lose any sheep.
Little Jack Horner didn’t sit in the corner.
Mary, Mary, was not contrary.
Wings, light and airy was never a fairy.
Oh man the times of sand are moving where you stand.
Look out, it don’t pay to shout.
You’ll never know what it’s all about.
One thing is sure there ain’t no cure
For history’s trail of manure.
There’s no question there’s confession,
There’s obsession, there's oppression
And history's oldest profession.
Money to be made in the shade.
You can get screwed without getting laid.
Their loading dice in the name calling game,
Paid t' change what’s already been changed.
They say the winners write the books.
And history just stands around and looks
With its pockets that have just been took
To the cleaners by hook and crook.
History’s Fixer is loadin’ dice.
Sayin’ who’s naughty, sayin’ who’s nice.
Santa Claus is slipping on ice.
Trying like the devil to be precise.
Oh Santa, I hope you got the time
To take care of the maligned.
Their loading dice in the name calling game,
Paid t' change what’s already been changed.