The kind where no one dies
They'll blow us back to the 70's
And they're playing ride, ride of the Valkyries
Sovay, sovay, sovay
And they're acting on vagaries with their violent proclivities
And a feeling like you've been here before
And this time they're playin' Ride of the Valkyries
All along the day
Sovay, sovay, sovay
I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
And you've been here before
A word washed ashore
Because you've been here before
With no semblance of grace or ease
That you're riding on a para success
Then a word washed ashore
And I swear this time, yeah this time
All those Don Quixote's on their B-17s
No one looks too surprised
Then a word washed ashore
I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees
Then you realize
Of a heavy handed metaphor
