Bushleaguer

[Verse 1] 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, (look like melting mice) 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 [Chorus] Blackout weaves its way through the cities [x2] Blackout weaves its way I remember when you sang That song about today Now it's tomorrow and Everything has changed [Verse 2] 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 accrued The immenseness of suffering And the odd negotiation, a rarity With onionskin plausibility of life And a keyboard reaffirmation [Chorus]