It’s pretty hard if you’re keeping score—
near each day there’s a new line
about the death of Jamal.
Far from truth each BS line has strayed…
from veracity a retreat.
Mr. Bone Saw says, “It ain’t me!”
But that is, of course, bullshit.
This faker is surely no fakir,
yet by him some are quite impressed.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changing,
the story near each day.
Ch-ch-changing
’bout by whom and when was killed this man.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changing,
the story near each day.
First it was “rogue,” then it’s part of a plan.
Lies keep changing,
each day a new line,
oh yeah.

We hear ludicrous changing lies…
a fecal sheikal stream.
There is no permanence
as they try the lies on for size—
every one extremely lame.
Finally admit a hit-team crew
did it in embassy world.
So far, immune to the damnation:
Mr. Bone Saw; scapegoats, quite a few.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changing,
the story near each day.
Ch-ch-changing
We’ve lost count of the devolving bullshit.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changing,
but they’ll never say
who OK’d.