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 beleagued?

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 onionskin 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.