More damned lies
David Brown & George Smith

The man said suntan
A high and blue sky
But it was raining again

Taxes - the fact is
You'll pay less - oh yes
The rise was no surprise

Your work's exemplary but it's not up to me
So we'll have to let you go
All Pinocchios, and how the noses grow

There are more damned lies
Than there are stars in the sky
More than the pebbles on the beach

And when you tell those lies
The love that's the prize
Slips further from our reach

Stay sharp and work hard
Assured of reward
But in truth, there's no proof

Money - no worries
Don't itch if you're rich
It's a hand of sand

You read your horoscope - it's a hollow joke
In your heart of hearts you know
All Pinocchios, and how the noses grow

Live life and get wise
Sagacious with age
The more I grow the less I know

Cheat the Grim Reaper
Just choose a new you
Never alone with a clone

Cosmetic surgery buys you dignity
And stops you looking gross
All Pinocchios, but we can fix that nose