There's a raincoat left on a lifeboat after the flood moved past
There's a pawnshop cranking the bebop
Quoting the choicest deal in years
And the phono wails but we don't know if anyone hears
There's a girl's eyes up in a high-rise trying to tell her man
There's a mojo down in the dojo trying to tell Japan
There's a sweet-tooth mark in a phone booth
We'd love to find a better plan
(Rock gives in to the man)
And we're gonna try but we don't know if anyone can
'Cause no one wants to buy until we cut off all production
No one wants to try until they can't escape the suction
No one blinks an eye until the total mass destruction comes
There's a groundswell come out of Brownsville thinks it's the word on high
There's a strip mall southeast of St. Paul thinks it's Palais Versaille
(Louis Quatorze says hi)
There are rock bands all doing hand-stands
Think they're the thrill to end all thrills
And the fanzines rave but I can't see it paying no bills

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