Bushleaguer

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 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.

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 a clue
The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation, a rarity
With onionskin plausibility of life
And a keyboard reaffirmation.

[Chorus]