the truth þarký sözü

i was arrested for disturbing the peace
but, hey, i was disturbing the war
i was waving a small white handkerchief
singing "please don´t fight no more"
and i thought there´d be an army each side
but there were just two guys wearing very bad ties
so i shouted until my throat went hoarse
and they cut out my voicebox of course

i was taken to court in a city of gold
where silence is a sure sign of guilt
and you can´t speak out in your own defense
or be heard over worlds being built
and the trial was a farce as befitted a place
where comedy and tragedy share the same face
the judge read the verdict, a curtain was raised
an audience roared out its praise
and i said
"where´s the truth around here today?
where do fact and fiction separate?
who´s the bug guy that we have to pay
to find the truth around here today?"
it all made the news but the story was wrong
and the photo wasn´t even of me
and the great god i love, he intoned from above
you shouldn´t sniff at free publicity
but it wasn´t the voice i´d expected to hear
it was thin and unclear like richard gere
and somebody said "god´s had a bad fall
that´s his manager taking his calls"
and i said
"where´s the truth around here today?
where do fact and fiction go their separate ways?
i thought we were much too clever to pray
but where´s the truth to find the truth?"
i was put in a cell for the whole afterlife
but my mind was just as free as can be
somebody said, "just your body´s enchained"
and you can guess how that encouraged me
so i wandered and roamed for the rest of my days
i was clearing my name, i was apportioning days
and then i woke up, it was all a dream, all was well
but when i woke up, i woke up in my cell

and i said
"where´s the truth around here today?
where do fact and fiction separate
no-one wants to be the one to say
where´s the truth around here today?"
i was arrested for disturbing the peace...