Scientists Now Think This City Is Overdue

I caught you waving
At the ones parading
The window dressers
The clad in iron
And it's all good riddance
It's all good riddance
And I'm waiting
Waiting on you to put it out
For it's flaming like a big word out place flaming
So ignite the 151 and let it burn
And I caught your outline
As I caught you leaving
And you said it's always
Someone who's stealing
And it's all good riddance
It's all good riddance
And I caught you waving
At the ones parading
The window dressers
The clad in iron
And it's got to be you.

And I caught your outline
As I caught you leaving
And you said it's always
Someone who's stealing
And it's got to be you
Now it's burning
Like a big word
Out of context
Out of purpose
And it's got to be you.

You turned your back on me
Never got to get
To burn down your office
We'd fill it up on art
And puzzles that we'd put down
With funny fingers
Placing them one by one
I won't do that, will never follow
I can remember
You were still my queen
But the books say we never went down
The truth: I hope you are more than a screen
Of puzzles that we put down
With funny fingers
Placing them one by one.