Bu$Hleaguer

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 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 its way through the cities Blackout weaves its way through the cities Blackout weaves its 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 onion-skin plausibility of life And a keyboard reaffirmation Blackout weaves its way through the cities Blackout weaves its way through the cities Blackout weaves its way I remember when you sang That song about today Now it's tomorrow and Everything has changed I remember when you sang That song about today Now it's tomorrow and Everything has changed...