They say that women are made of bliss   All lips and eyes to flash   All ears of gold and perfect beauty showing   It's all trash      They say that God has arms of Heaven   Smashing crutches laughing   One hundred weight of fleeces   All chaste for his creation but      They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong      And some dark day   And some dark day   They're going to find they're lying      They say that money makes nasty men   Crushes hearts inside us   They shout out chunks of history   And St. Paul to guide us      I've heard my mother say   "Son, help grown ladies cross the road"   Though she doesn't realize   Grown ladies crush her toes      They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong      And some dark day   And some dark day   They're going to find they're lying      Some loudmouth speaks of perfect sex   All sweating, muscles coming   I don't know where they got the lie   I just see rooms all rocking      When people say, "Shake hands and smile"   I see the beast all hairy   All they see is a golden mirror   A landscape, lakes and fairies but      They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong      And some dark day   And some dark day   And some dark day   They're going to find they're lying      My father says   "You must not know because we know already"   He prefers the greens kept right down   He likes his cakewalk steady      I do believe that school taught me   To remember sticks and lashes   Though people tell me school was nice   All flags and toothy flashes but      They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong      And some dark day   And some dark day   They're going to find they're lying   Come on      Well, okay new boy, hold my hand   Wear the helmet of the dawn   Kiss the smart man close to you   Watch his fist, ooh, here it comes      They say your Vicar wants to help   But that is not true   He's like the rest all in the pen   A pocket's waiting for you      They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong   They're wrong, they're wrong      And some dark day   And some dark day   You're going to find they're lying, okay