Song name: God Hates Kansas

C  G F G (barre)
I'm going back to Kansas 
but it's never going to be the same again
ever since I fell in love 
with this heartless and cold tin man
 
and I know that it's lonely without me
and I know that you won't know just what to do
but I'm here in this technicolor violence
and I can't wait to go on without every single one of you
 
and you're wicked if you look jewish
cause that's where the chilling tales they all come from
eating all the children of the christians
and killing off the savior before he could save anyone
 
and there's no such thing as magic in your slippers
or in the blonde, attractive woman's wand
and all the small and worthless people whisper
as the real magicians just hold the aces in their palms while the poor are reading pslams
 
Chorus
 
you're wicked if you're not white
like the grand wizard habit lit by crosses
burning in the moonlight
 
and be careful what you wish for
because dissappointment's twice full of that hate
and it burns like antiseptic when you realize
who is out there, who is out there, who is out there, listening to you pray
 
Chorus
 
and that modern shield called technology
does nothing but keep my mind off of things
and 1000 angels lose their wings
everytime everytime a cell phone rings
 
and now I'm never going back to kansas
never turning back to see its starving face
and there's no time for going back to kansas
and I'm never gonna set foot in that worthless and oppressive place