• Things are not as they appear,
    Something here is very wrong.
    I’ve gotta get out of here.

    They say there’s nothing here to fear,
    Nothing’s happened in so long.
    Things are not as they appear.

    Though the feeling is not clear,
    Something here does not belong.
    I’ve gotta get out of here.

    Then they say, “Let’s raise a beer!”
    And, though they sing a merry song,
    Things are not as they appear.

    And I’m starting to feel queer,
    As I watch them sing along.
    I’ve gotta get out of here.

    Now I do not know what’s weird,
    Or why I feel there’s something wrong.
    Things are not as they appear.
    I’ve gotta get out of here.