Aug 22, 2004 01:00
Your gonna leave these berlin walls
with an amen chorus and a brilliant moniker
You've crossed the rubble ocean
Give him a new name; something he'll remember
Spilled milk from last year's party
Your cleaning up belated cards and tapioca sludge
Sitting in the room where streamers hang
Higher than the goals you set for yourself
Let's collect insurance cards and social security
Something stable for when your shoes don't fit
I think I'm gonna win checkers this time
Is that why you sit at a table with nothing on it?