America Tin Man song lyrics

Sometimes late when things are real

And the people share the gift of gab between themselves

Some are quick to take the bait

And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin-man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And 'cause never was the reason for the evenin'

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please, believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soap sud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin-man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And 'cause never was the reason for the evenin'

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please, believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin-man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And 'cause never was the reason for the evenin'

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please, believe in me