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.
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.
Theres 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 phone call
From the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they're all dead
She tried the last one on
It couldnt speak, fell off
And now she just wanders the halls
Thinking nothing
Thinking nothing at all
She says is this the Return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws.
Theres 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 at the rave met
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 cinch the deal
To return to Oz
We've fled the world
With smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from comming down
I've lost my place and now it cant be found
Is this the Return to Oz?
The grass is dead
The gold is brown
And the sky has claws.
Theres a wind-up man
Walking round and round.
What once was Emerald City's
Now a Crystal Town
