Madness

With the ease of a practised smile
The tears of a crocodile
Well shake then wash your hands
Of the smell of foreign land
The propaganda woman said
It might be worse you could be dead
Now weve an impressive show
Lets wind it up and watch it go
Still a strange thing to me
Is theres no place Id rather be
Rollercoasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
No pie in the sky
For the small man gets smaller
But a poke in the eye
From an unwelcome caller