Once there was a man  who had a little too much time on his hands  he never stopped to think that he was getting older.  When his night came to an end  He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend  That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover    He said is this the return to Oz?   The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws   There's a wind-up man walking round and round   What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town    Its three o' clock in the morning   You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads  She says that they're all dead  She tried the last one on  It couldn't speak, fell off  And now she just wanders the halls  Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all    She says is this the return to Oz?  The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws   There's a wind-up man walking round and round   What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town    The wheelies are cutting pavement   and the Skeksis at the rave meant  to hide deep inside  their sunken faces  and their wild, rolling eyes  But their callous words reveal  That they can no longer feel  Love or sex appeal  The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal    To return to Oz we've fled the world  With smiles and clenching jaws  Please help me friend from coming down  I've lost my place and now it can't be found  Is this the return to Oz?  The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws   There's a wind-up man walking round and round   What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town