Bushleaguer

How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable

This is such a happening tailpipe of a party

Like sugar, the guests are so refined



A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?

He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer

Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike

Drilling for fear makes the job simple

Born on third, thinks he got a triple



Blackout weaves its way through the cities

Blackout weaves its way through the cities

Blackout weaves its way



I remember when you sang

That song about today

Now it's tomorrow and

Everything has changed



A think tank of aloof multiplication

A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter

Retrenchment and hoggishness

The aristocrat choir sings

"What's the ruckus?"

The haves have not a clue

The immenseness of suffering

And the odd negotiation, a rarity

With onion-skin plausibility of life

And a keyboard reaffirmation



Blackout weaves its way through the cities

Blackout weaves its way through the cities

Blackout weaves its way



I remember when you sang

That song about today

Now it's tomorrow and

Everything has changed.