Bushleager Songtext / Lyric

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



Blackout weaves it's way through the cities

Blackout weaves it's way through the cities

Blackout weaves it's way,...



I remember when you sang

That song about today

Now it's tomorrow and

Everything has changed






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 a clue

The immenseness of suffering

And the odd negotiation, a rarity

With onionskin plausibility of life,

And a keyboard reaffirmation



Blackout weaves it's way through the cities

Blackout weaves it's way through the cities

Blackout weaves it's way,...



I remember when you sang

That song about today

Now it's tomorrow and

Everything has changed