From "Soft Taco"
We were country kings cut in cardboard and clay
And we took the flag and we took the day
With our checkered hats and jingle bell grins
Strumming broken brooms and stroking our chins
'Til we came...
Ring side for the dispossessed
I'm outblushed, but I guess it can wait 'til you're dressed.
We've got a big day tomorrow, I'd like to get some rest
And anyway,
We should have seen it coming...
And our banners blanched and our hands were stayed
'Til we stood waist deep in the plowshares we'd made
Shallow curtsey, carriage, parasol hold
Through coffee skid-marked sheets in hospital fold.
Come one come all...
Ring side for the dispossessed
I'm outblushed, but I guess it can wait 'til you're dressed.
We've got a big day tomorrow, I'd like to get some rest
And if you ask me,
I say we had it coming.
Copyright 1999 Zach London