The DC3 - Ce N'est Pas A Bunch Of Lies lyrics

Disbelief stands in the dock As the Prosecution drones away Our Learned Friend Stacey Farquar-Lacey tugs his forelock Says “Your Worship, I give you Exhibit A” An art installation black as night Full of squashed insects not a speck of white Sends a buzz through the gallery, fingers click iPhone keys, As Farquar-Lacey faced the jury, he said: “What you see is not meant to be literal, it's metaphysical, visceral This is a door into mankind's soul, a semaphore, a portal (you could see he was on a roll) Like forgiveness from the abused, through this blackness transcendence lies Yet I put it to you that the accused has called this masterpiece ‘a bunch of flies'!” Defence rises amid the commotion, his sepulchral tone full of resignation Posits a hypothetical notion, says “I want you to use your imagination: What if spin doctors are quacks and really black is not the new black? What if Marilyn Monroe was just some chick and Citizen Cane was just some flick? What if Finnegan's Wake's a fake by a talented flake And Like A Rolling Stone was plucked from where the sun never shone And that eye rhyme was just bad poetry; consider this possibility: What if a bunch of flies was just a bunch of lies?” The case was all over the press The judge was grave in his address He said: “We can't have this sort of thing here! You'd threaten society's fragile balance Politics wouldn't be a career Promotion would be decided on talent Imagine publishers looking for brilliance Not marketability We'd have to pump financial a**istance Into the self-help industry Lifestyle gurus would be out of work The rich wouldn't have a right of birth Altruism would be free of perks The meek might even inherit the earth Why do we put cynics in the corner Where fortune's favour's not bequeathed? This is the natural order: It's better to lie than not believe.” And so the case ended Disbelief was suspended.