Songtext von Bushleaguer

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 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 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 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