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 !@^% 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