Текст песни Franklin Benedict

Roasting peppers in the backyard The sun's eclipse begins to lean and mask your unitard And all convention lends a hand to understanding Why a spade's a spade and I'm the goose You cooked until my skin grew hard You started elongating all your words And imitating some intelligent guy you once heard Donating knowledge to the bank of what the hell will he be doing This time next year if his assets don't begin to swell And you see that I've been falling And you see what I've been through And you see that I've been calling For better or worse, I'm calling for you I caught you framing Franklin Benedict And twice reversing all the first class stamps that we once licked Of token soldiers holding hands with all the dead civilians Stop taking chances with the ammunition in your pants Turn your face as you get in the car Embrace the power marching through your vicious jugular And I'm not saying that I would but I just might become The only foreign heart to say 'my dear you are my only vice' And you see that I've been falling And you see what I've been through And you see that I've been calling For better or worse, I'm calling for you