Bu$hleaguer

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

I remember when you sang

That song about today

Now it's tomorrow and

Everything has changed...