The Heist of the Great Lie

In the not-so-distant past, a city flew above half-mast Shining down on all below I remember smiles and grace, and warmth upon my face My head so restful on a pillow Then the aches they did start, so I turned my attention to art And I brushed away all fear Here in this museum she waits, amongst all the greats My feet, they echoed or so I thought Beyond the glass, so pure, hung my muse the provocateur Saying, do you want or want me not It was all so smooth and serene, like perfume from a magazine So happy, I dry my tear Then on one sunny day, as the birds flew and the ladies lay The news it broke that set me back You see my darling dear, this is not what it appears So brace yourself for an attack This priceless work of art is worth nothing, in part And this, they knew would torture me And so I lay scratching my head, as I drift off to bed Yeah staring at them bars How it so happened to me, surrounded by such irony As I draw ceiling stars Just then the museum admitted, but I'm the one who gets committed Where's the justice in forgery Every so often I catch a glimpse, of the flashy suits that frame the pimps The next one is ripe for the picking If what I stole was never true, just stuck together with tape and glue Well who then was it who did the sticking And the amaze never ceases that the masters of those pieces Will never endure such strife And I'll never know why, no I'll never know why Why I traded myself for a mask that was fake I painted a smile, for goodness's sake You can't sell if you never buy It's the heist of the great lie