The echoes sing out of the miserable accountant
For a hot April spring of an unkempt apartment
While two lovers make love in a red El Camino
Your parents have run to the hotel casino
No money inside the valise by the waitress
And no one is listening to the neighborhood racist
Now people remind you to mind your own business
Your license expires before next christmas
The sidewalks so full of the miserable masses
They're talking to gadgets that go with their glasses
The statues that fought while they sat there and grunted
Three times, I have narrowly bought what I wanted
The mud is so thick from the flood by the airfield!
The city's so bright, with the blood off the windshield!
How quaint seems the sunset beside your glass table!
As the whore kicks her feet from the rear of the stable
Their fortunes so stolen in secreted caves
Importing their bread that is stolen from slaves
The ballrooms are dancing as the knocks on the door
From the fingerless phantoms that watch from the floor
The minuteman's lying so flat on the bed
The clock that is screaming out inside his head
The kids are at Mother's, and their Mom's are all mad
This half-hour silence is all that you've had
In echoes rung out like a carillon bell
A temperature gauge as its going to Hell
Asleep as you hide on the shadowy bench
Before falling down deep in the towering trench
Send "Joe Wood" Ringtone to your Cell 
For a hot April spring of an unkempt apartment
While two lovers make love in a red El Camino
Your parents have run to the hotel casino
No money inside the valise by the waitress
And no one is listening to the neighborhood racist
Now people remind you to mind your own business
Your license expires before next christmas
The sidewalks so full of the miserable masses
They're talking to gadgets that go with their glasses
The statues that fought while they sat there and grunted
Three times, I have narrowly bought what I wanted
The mud is so thick from the flood by the airfield!
The city's so bright, with the blood off the windshield!
How quaint seems the sunset beside your glass table!
As the whore kicks her feet from the rear of the stable
Their fortunes so stolen in secreted caves
Importing their bread that is stolen from slaves
The ballrooms are dancing as the knocks on the door
From the fingerless phantoms that watch from the floor
The minuteman's lying so flat on the bed
The clock that is screaming out inside his head
The kids are at Mother's, and their Mom's are all mad
This half-hour silence is all that you've had
In echoes rung out like a carillon bell
A temperature gauge as its going to Hell
Asleep as you hide on the shadowy bench
Before falling down deep in the towering trench
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