Bakersfield

Well the souvenirs

On my dusty shelf

Well I get out the Tarn-X,

And I polish them myself

Yes, posters are falling,

But who needs them at my age?

Well I've learned to smile,

When all I feel is rage



So I think I will go to Bakersfield

With Gabriel and Paul

And I will hide behind the garbage cans

While the holy platitudes fall

And blow the gates,

I am coming through

With my albatrosses and all



And it's strategy not protocol

Yes, it's strategy, not protocol,

That brings me here.