Ships Upon The Bay — текст песни (Fluoride Klaus)

The bridges are all closed
The cars both ways are stalled
If the wrong voice answers the question
The parole board gets a call
The operator`s lucky
A very lucky girl
The welfare`s rising steadily
And housing starts are down
Auto sales, dismal
This is a shrinking town
The police are oh so busy
And why not
Well the crisis wasn`t the Gulf
Or the lack of steady heat
But unfolded in the canyons
And the pits of old Wall Street
It happened on a Sunday
Do*Do*Run*Run
An orchestra continued
To perform Pete`s Pathetique
It`s too bad that the museum
Well it up and died last week
I saw a lovely painting
Ships Upon the Bay
It sent a chill through the system
I sent a letter through the mail
I sent some kids to foreign places
I sent a mother off to jail
It was such a silly notion
It surely had to fail
The last one called
In the middle of the night...
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