The Sublimation Hour

So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick? It's alright The sublimation hour! Medium rotation, the shock of the new And a memo from Feldman saying, "Everything is true" It's alright The sublimation hour! Don't spend your life conceiving That the widows won't get sick of their grieving 'Til everyone walks out Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, princess? Express your bloated self, willful and indignant In the face of somebody's lord You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation But the port authority just taxed incantations Alright The sublimate hour! Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"? Alright The sublimate hour! Don't spend your life conceiving That the widows won't get sick of their grieving 'Til everyone walks out Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, princess? Confess your bloated self, willful and indignant In the face of somebody's lord, ah So put your hands together, I hear it's a must Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust It's alright The sublimation hour! I guess the streets will suffice 'til everybody makes nice But there's a rumor going 'round even Destroyers have a price It's alright The sublimation hour! Don't spend your life conceiving