Fakes, Freeks and Phonies'

In the distance we hear the band play on' In many parts to the unknown, It all goes to show, For it isn't what you may know, Rather it's in who you blow... Look out at our vast public window' What hurts you the most ? In Iraq will ever be an end ? To this costly unexplained death toll' Send the troops home ! There is no good reason for them to roam ? Now is the turning point' Rather in the turning of the tide' It's a brand new day' Yet we all to often smile to bow the lonely heads to pray' Hence, with just a brief delay... Can't we all see through the distant portal of thought ? Ponder those ill' forsaken lies ? Yet still the band played on, Look at the sparkling flower display' Fakes, Freeks and Phonies..., All of our nations croonies' What do they really want to say ? Just like some one eyed golpher in the cactus patch ? Cause I just got something caught inside my esophagus ? Fakes, Freeks and Phonies' That's all I ever knew ? I like them the best ! For all of the other really don't have a single clue ?