Maybe it's erotic, maybe it's despotic
Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
Where are they now, where are they headed?
They're just like you and me as they tend
Do they ask
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper?
I wonder what I'd say to the bomb
Maybe it's you
Or do they tell
They're loved and 'round and very wise
Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history
And do they feel proud as they are embedded?
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
The fickle snow
And do they flee or do they run?
Where are you now, where are you going?
Do you mind and do you care that you will die?
To mask the fact
Do you know
Their incandescent need for a friend
They're going to hell
It's 'cuz of you
Do they see the little ones
Just what you do?
Maybe it's you
Do you despair and do you allow
I'm saddened by the news that we won
For what you are choking?
Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history
Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
The scuds drop down like butterflies
Waiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
Maybe it's you
