Sovay

I was getting ready to be a threat I was getting set for my accidental suicide The kind where no one dies No one looks too surprised Then you realize riding on the para-success Of a heavy-handed metaphor And feeling like you've been here before Because you've been here before And you've been here before Then a word washed ashore A word washed ashore Then a word washed ashore [Chorus] Sovay, Sovay, Sovay All along the day I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees All those Don Quixotes and their B-17s And I swear this time Yeah this time They'll blow us back to the 70's And this time They're playing Ride of the Valkyries With no semblance of grace or ease And they're acting on vagaries With their violent proclivities And they're playing Ride of the Valkyries [Chorus] Sovay, Sovay, Sovay All along the day