The fakes all line up to jive to the twist
perchance the only semi-skill they claim a boast
hopping, skipping, legs akimbo dreary brains on fire
men, women, boys girls lovers, wives and husbands, oldies even
here they turn, there they twist, we've got a love, so beautiful and true
we've got a life so happy and fulfilling, we've got friends for life
we've got money to do all the things we want to do and more
we've just made love, it was so good, best ever always
Its all a sham, by pretenders in a make believe void
sad unhappy people, hearts heavy, minds a flamed
poverty, debts, illnesses and diseases, pains stored
unstable, unable, drunkards and preaching pedos
smack face and addicts, impotent lovers galore
virginitis and gingivitis, infected tongues too
small ones with money, big ones gone dead
hate and troubles, fears and dysfunctions
riddled the dancers and twisters jiving
but the pretenders are out rolling
skipping and prancing right on
oh, what a crowd, what a time
come join the party and hop
make it up and drown
your strife and pain
haul your miseries
find a scapegoat
this is therapy
for the poor
for the sick
for the mad
for the unhappy
for the depressed
come pretend your bad away
come wish bad for someone else...