Dead in the water
It`s not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters
of city officials Attend demonstrations
It`s hardly a sink or swim
When all is well if the ticket sells
Out with a wimper
It`s not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple
As people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
But all is lost if it`s never heard
But I`ve got someone to make reports
That tell me how my money`s spent
To book my stays and draw my blinds
So I can`t tell what`s really there
And all I need`s a great big
congratulations
I`ll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems
I`d rather dissolve than have u ignore me
The ground may be moving fast
But I tied my boots to a broken mast
The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock
of all the waste
And salt to taste
But d**n my luck and d**n these friends
That keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up
congratulations