Self Evident
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๐ Lyrics
Yes,
Us people are just poems
We're 90% metaphor
With a leanness of meaning
Approaching hyper-distillation
And once upon a time
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's ark
The most prestigious couple
Just kickin back parked
Against a perfectly blue sky
On a morning beatific
In its Indian summer breeze
On the day that America
Fell to its knees
After strutting around for a century
Without saying thank you
Or please
And the shock was subsonic
And the smoke was deafening
Between the setup and the punch line
'Cause we were all on time for work that day
We all boarded that plane for to fly
And then while the fires were raging
We all climbed up on the window sill
And then we all held hands
And jumped into the sky
And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
So far
So far
So fierce and ingenious
A poetic specter so far gone
That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
Over 'Oh my God' and Tthis is unbelievable' and on and on
And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
You can keep the Pentagon
Keep the propaganda
Keep each and every tv
That's been trying to convince me
To participate
In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
Perpetuate retribution
Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
Is still hanging in the air
And there's ash on our shoes
And there's ash in our hair
And there's a fine silt on every mantle
From Hell's Kitchen to Brooklyn
And the streets are full of stories
Sudden twists and near misses
And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
With tales of narrowly averted disasters
And the whiskey is flowin
Like never before
As all over the country
Folks just shake their heads
And pour
So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq, El Salvador
Here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation
Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
Who daily provide women with a choice
Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
Just to listen to a young woman's voice
Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
'Cause take away our Playstations
And we are a third world nation
Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
Who stole the Oval Office and that phony election
I mean
It don't take a weatherman
To look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
And boy, did he ever
And we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not President
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 The media is not fooling me
'Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
May we vow to get off of this sauce
Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
And find that train ticket we lost
'Cause once upon a time, the line followed the river
And peeked into all the backyards
And the laundry was waving
The graffiti was teasing us
From brick walls and bridges
We were rolling over ridges
Through valleys
Under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
In my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
In a grand station aglow with grace
And then standing out on the platform
And feeling the air on my face
Give back the night its distant whistle
Give the darkness back its soul
Give the big oil companies the finger, finally
And relearn how to rock-n-roll
Yes, the lessons are all around us, and the truth is waiting there
So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets and clear the air
Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
Of someone else's desert
Put it back in its pants
And quit the hypocritical chants of
Freedom forever
'Cause when one lone phone rang
In two thousand and one
At ten after nine
On nine one one
Which is the number we all called
When that lone phone rang right off the wall
Right off our desk and down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That the whole world turned
Just to watch it fall
And while we're at it
Remember the first time around?
The bomb?
The Ryder truck?
The parking garage?
The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
It was a joke
At the time
And that was just a few years ago
So let the record show
That the FBI was all over that case
That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
And scoping that scene
Religiously
The CIA
Or is it KGB?
Committing countless crimes against humanity
With this kind of eventuality
As its excuse
For abuse after expensive abuse
And it didn't have a clue
Look, another window to see through
Way up here
On the 104th floor
Look
Another key
Another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than pawns
In some asshole's passion play
So now it's your job
And it's my job
To make it that way
To make sure they didn't die in vain
Sshhhhhh...
Baby, listen
Hear the train?
Us people are just poems
We're 90% metaphor
With a leanness of meaning
Approaching hyper-distillation
And once upon a time
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's ark
The most prestigious couple
Just kickin back parked
Against a perfectly blue sky
On a morning beatific
In its Indian summer breeze
On the day that America
Fell to its knees
After strutting around for a century
Without saying thank you
Or please
And the shock was subsonic
And the smoke was deafening
Between the setup and the punch line
'Cause we were all on time for work that day
We all boarded that plane for to fly
And then while the fires were raging
We all climbed up on the window sill
And then we all held hands
And jumped into the sky
And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
So far
So far
So fierce and ingenious
A poetic specter so far gone
That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
Over 'Oh my God' and Tthis is unbelievable' and on and on
And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
You can keep the Pentagon
Keep the propaganda
Keep each and every tv
That's been trying to convince me
To participate
In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
Perpetuate retribution
Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
Is still hanging in the air
And there's ash on our shoes
And there's ash in our hair
And there's a fine silt on every mantle
From Hell's Kitchen to Brooklyn
And the streets are full of stories
Sudden twists and near misses
And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
With tales of narrowly averted disasters
And the whiskey is flowin
Like never before
As all over the country
Folks just shake their heads
And pour
So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq, El Salvador
Here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation
Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
Who daily provide women with a choice
Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
Just to listen to a young woman's voice
Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
'Cause take away our Playstations
And we are a third world nation
Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
Who stole the Oval Office and that phony election
I mean
It don't take a weatherman
To look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
And boy, did he ever
And we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not President
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 The media is not fooling me
'Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
May we vow to get off of this sauce
Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
And find that train ticket we lost
'Cause once upon a time, the line followed the river
And peeked into all the backyards
And the laundry was waving
The graffiti was teasing us
From brick walls and bridges
We were rolling over ridges
Through valleys
Under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
In my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
In a grand station aglow with grace
And then standing out on the platform
And feeling the air on my face
Give back the night its distant whistle
Give the darkness back its soul
Give the big oil companies the finger, finally
And relearn how to rock-n-roll
Yes, the lessons are all around us, and the truth is waiting there
So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets and clear the air
Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
Of someone else's desert
Put it back in its pants
And quit the hypocritical chants of
Freedom forever
'Cause when one lone phone rang
In two thousand and one
At ten after nine
On nine one one
Which is the number we all called
When that lone phone rang right off the wall
Right off our desk and down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That the whole world turned
Just to watch it fall
And while we're at it
Remember the first time around?
The bomb?
The Ryder truck?
The parking garage?
The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
It was a joke
At the time
And that was just a few years ago
So let the record show
That the FBI was all over that case
That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
And scoping that scene
Religiously
The CIA
Or is it KGB?
Committing countless crimes against humanity
With this kind of eventuality
As its excuse
For abuse after expensive abuse
And it didn't have a clue
Look, another window to see through
Way up here
On the 104th floor
Look
Another key
Another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than pawns
In some asshole's passion play
So now it's your job
And it's my job
To make it that way
To make sure they didn't die in vain
Sshhhhhh...
Baby, listen
Hear the train?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.45] Yes,
[00:01.28] Us people are just poems
[00:04.33] We're 90% metaphor
[00:06.42] With a leanness of meaning
[00:08.63] Approaching hyper-distillation
[00:11.38] And once upon a time
[00:12.63] We were moonshine
[00:14.00] Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
[00:16.63] Yes, rushing down the long hallway
[00:20.93] Despite what the p.a. announcement says
[00:23.18] Yes, rushing down the long hall
[00:25.67] Down the long stairs
[00:26.85] In a building so tall
[00:28.29] That it will always be there
[00:32.24] Yes, it's part of a pair
[00:34.67] There on the bow of Noah's ark
[00:37.46] The most prestigious couple
[00:38.75] Just kickin back parked
[00:40.43] Against a perfectly blue sky
[00:42.95] On a morning beatific
[00:44.04] In its Indian summer breeze
[00:45.80] On the day that America
[00:47.76] Fell to its knees
[00:50.07] After strutting around for a century
[00:51.71] Without saying thank you
[00:53.78] Or please
[00:59.65] And the shock was subsonic
[01:01.01] And the smoke was deafening
[01:02.63] Between the setup and the punch line
[01:06.01] 'Cause we were all on time for work that day
[01:10.07] We all boarded that plane for to fly
[01:13.49] And then while the fires were raging
[01:15.09] We all climbed up on the window sill
[01:16.49] And then we all held hands
[01:17.32] And jumped into the sky
[01:21.54] And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
[01:24.58] And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
[01:26.85] And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
[01:30.34] Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
[01:36.40] So far
[01:38.49] So far
[01:46.22] So fierce and ingenious
[01:47.98] A poetic specter so far gone
[01:51.05] That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
[01:54.42] Over 'Oh my God' and Tthis is unbelievable' and on and on
[02:00.41] And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
[02:01.82] You can keep the Pentagon
[02:03.59] Keep the propaganda
[02:04.47] Keep each and every tv
[02:06.65] That's been trying to convince me
[02:08.44] To participate
[02:09.51] In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
[02:15.15] Perpetuate retribution
[02:18.80] Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
[02:23.08] Is still hanging in the air
[02:24.66] And there's ash on our shoes
[02:27.38] And there's ash in our hair
[02:30.44] And there's a fine silt on every mantle
[02:32.49] From Hell's Kitchen to Brooklyn
[02:33.13] And the streets are full of stories
[02:34.85] Sudden twists and near misses
[02:36.06] And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
[02:38.61] With tales of narrowly averted disasters
[02:40.15] And the whiskey is flowin
[02:42.96] Like never before
[02:44.13] As all over the country
[02:46.88] Folks just shake their heads
[02:48.94] And pour
[03:17.49] So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq, El Salvador
[03:23.42] Here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation
[03:26.44] Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
[03:29.48] Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
[03:32.45] Who daily provide women with a choice
[03:36.23] Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
[03:39.63] Just to listen to a young woman's voice
[03:42.88] Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
[03:46.05] Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
[03:49.35] Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
[03:52.57] To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
[04:08.72] 'Cause take away our Playstations
[04:10.11] And we are a third world nation
[04:12.81] Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
[04:16.15] Who stole the Oval Office and that phony election
[04:20.06] I mean
[04:22.12] It don't take a weatherman
[04:23.62] To look around and see the weather
[04:25.03] Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
[04:26.71] And boy, did he ever
[04:28.37] And we hold these truths to be self evident:
[04:30.62] #1 George W. Bush is not President
[04:34.73] #2 America is not a true democracy
[04:40.13] #3 The media is not fooling me
[04:47.58] 'Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
[04:52.46] I've got no room for a lie so verbose
[04:59.80] I'm looking out over my whole human family
[05:04.14] And I'm raising my glass in a toast
[05:07.00] Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
[05:26.87] May we vow to get off of this sauce
[05:40.38] Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
[05:42.48] And find that train ticket we lost
[05:46.10] 'Cause once upon a time, the line followed the river
[05:49.13] And peeked into all the backyards
[05:53.07] And the laundry was waving
[05:54.56] The graffiti was teasing us
[05:56.26] From brick walls and bridges
[05:57.61] We were rolling over ridges
[05:58.94] Through valleys
[05:59.92] Under stars
[06:00.67] I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
[06:03.21] In my own railroad car
[06:12.45] I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
[06:16.08] In a grand station aglow with grace
[06:18.13] And then standing out on the platform
[06:20.19] And feeling the air on my face
[06:25.85] Give back the night its distant whistle
[06:28.66] Give the darkness back its soul
[06:31.81] Give the big oil companies the finger, finally
[06:35.08] And relearn how to rock-n-roll
[06:38.17] Yes, the lessons are all around us, and the truth is waiting there
[06:41.99] So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets and clear the air
[06:45.31] Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
[06:47.90] Of someone else's desert
[06:49.52] Put it back in its pants
[06:50.79] And quit the hypocritical chants of
[06:52.26] Freedom forever
[06:54.42] 'Cause when one lone phone rang
[06:56.43] In two thousand and one
[06:59.05] At ten after nine
[07:00.10] On nine one one
[07:01.21] Which is the number we all called
[07:02.64] When that lone phone rang right off the wall
[07:04.40] Right off our desk and down the long hall
[07:06.24] Down the long stairs
[07:07.32] In a building so tall
[07:08.47] That the whole world turned
[07:10.11] Just to watch it fall
[07:37.73] And while we're at it
[07:38.92] Remember the first time around?
[07:42.33] The bomb?
[07:45.21] The Ryder truck?
[07:45.94] The parking garage?
[07:47.18] The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
[07:51.00] Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
[07:53.78] Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
[07:57.88] Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
[08:00.75] It was a joke
[08:02.44] At the time
[08:05.69] And that was just a few years ago
[08:07.04] So let the record show
[08:08.71] That the FBI was all over that case
[08:11.39] That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
[08:14.85] And scoping that scene
[08:16.32] Religiously
[08:17.32] The CIA
[08:18.94] Or is it KGB?
[08:20.08] Committing countless crimes against humanity
[08:23.04] With this kind of eventuality
[08:24.68] As its excuse
[08:26.34] For abuse after expensive abuse
[08:28.54] And it didn't have a clue
[08:29.79] Look, another window to see through
[08:33.09] Way up here
[08:34.25] On the 104th floor
[08:35.54] Look
[08:36.21] Another key
[08:37.03] Another door
[08:37.86] 10% literal
[08:39.85] 90% metaphor
[08:43.15] 3000 some poems disguised as people
[08:49.00] On an almost too perfect day
[08:52.97] Must be more than pawns
[08:54.30] In some asshole's passion play
[08:57.69] So now it's your job
[08:58.86] And it's my job
[09:00.68] To make it that way
[09:02.67] To make sure they didn't die in vain
[09:05.52] Sshhhhhh...
[09:06.62] Baby, listen
[09:08.27] Hear the train?
[09:08.66]
[00:01.28] Us people are just poems
[00:04.33] We're 90% metaphor
[00:06.42] With a leanness of meaning
[00:08.63] Approaching hyper-distillation
[00:11.38] And once upon a time
[00:12.63] We were moonshine
[00:14.00] Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
[00:16.63] Yes, rushing down the long hallway
[00:20.93] Despite what the p.a. announcement says
[00:23.18] Yes, rushing down the long hall
[00:25.67] Down the long stairs
[00:26.85] In a building so tall
[00:28.29] That it will always be there
[00:32.24] Yes, it's part of a pair
[00:34.67] There on the bow of Noah's ark
[00:37.46] The most prestigious couple
[00:38.75] Just kickin back parked
[00:40.43] Against a perfectly blue sky
[00:42.95] On a morning beatific
[00:44.04] In its Indian summer breeze
[00:45.80] On the day that America
[00:47.76] Fell to its knees
[00:50.07] After strutting around for a century
[00:51.71] Without saying thank you
[00:53.78] Or please
[00:59.65] And the shock was subsonic
[01:01.01] And the smoke was deafening
[01:02.63] Between the setup and the punch line
[01:06.01] 'Cause we were all on time for work that day
[01:10.07] We all boarded that plane for to fly
[01:13.49] And then while the fires were raging
[01:15.09] We all climbed up on the window sill
[01:16.49] And then we all held hands
[01:17.32] And jumped into the sky
[01:21.54] And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
[01:24.58] And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
[01:26.85] And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
[01:30.34] Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
[01:36.40] So far
[01:38.49] So far
[01:46.22] So fierce and ingenious
[01:47.98] A poetic specter so far gone
[01:51.05] That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
[01:54.42] Over 'Oh my God' and Tthis is unbelievable' and on and on
[02:00.41] And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
[02:01.82] You can keep the Pentagon
[02:03.59] Keep the propaganda
[02:04.47] Keep each and every tv
[02:06.65] That's been trying to convince me
[02:08.44] To participate
[02:09.51] In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
[02:15.15] Perpetuate retribution
[02:18.80] Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
[02:23.08] Is still hanging in the air
[02:24.66] And there's ash on our shoes
[02:27.38] And there's ash in our hair
[02:30.44] And there's a fine silt on every mantle
[02:32.49] From Hell's Kitchen to Brooklyn
[02:33.13] And the streets are full of stories
[02:34.85] Sudden twists and near misses
[02:36.06] And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
[02:38.61] With tales of narrowly averted disasters
[02:40.15] And the whiskey is flowin
[02:42.96] Like never before
[02:44.13] As all over the country
[02:46.88] Folks just shake their heads
[02:48.94] And pour
[03:17.49] So here's a toast to all the folks that live in Palestine, Afghanistan, Iraq, El Salvador
[03:23.42] Here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation
[03:26.44] Under the stone cold gaze of Mt. Rushmore
[03:29.48] Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
[03:32.45] Who daily provide women with a choice
[03:36.23] Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
[03:39.63] Just to listen to a young woman's voice
[03:42.88] Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
[03:46.05] Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
[03:49.35] Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
[03:52.57] To find peace in the form of a dream, peace in the form of a dream
[04:08.72] 'Cause take away our Playstations
[04:10.11] And we are a third world nation
[04:12.81] Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
[04:16.15] Who stole the Oval Office and that phony election
[04:20.06] I mean
[04:22.12] It don't take a weatherman
[04:23.62] To look around and see the weather
[04:25.03] Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
[04:26.71] And boy, did he ever
[04:28.37] And we hold these truths to be self evident:
[04:30.62] #1 George W. Bush is not President
[04:34.73] #2 America is not a true democracy
[04:40.13] #3 The media is not fooling me
[04:47.58] 'Cause I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
[04:52.46] I've got no room for a lie so verbose
[04:59.80] I'm looking out over my whole human family
[05:04.14] And I'm raising my glass in a toast
[05:07.00] Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
[05:26.87] May we vow to get off of this sauce
[05:40.38] Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
[05:42.48] And find that train ticket we lost
[05:46.10] 'Cause once upon a time, the line followed the river
[05:49.13] And peeked into all the backyards
[05:53.07] And the laundry was waving
[05:54.56] The graffiti was teasing us
[05:56.26] From brick walls and bridges
[05:57.61] We were rolling over ridges
[05:58.94] Through valleys
[05:59.92] Under stars
[06:00.67] I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
[06:03.21] In my own railroad car
[06:12.45] I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
[06:16.08] In a grand station aglow with grace
[06:18.13] And then standing out on the platform
[06:20.19] And feeling the air on my face
[06:25.85] Give back the night its distant whistle
[06:28.66] Give the darkness back its soul
[06:31.81] Give the big oil companies the finger, finally
[06:35.08] And relearn how to rock-n-roll
[06:38.17] Yes, the lessons are all around us, and the truth is waiting there
[06:41.99] So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets and clear the air
[06:45.31] Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
[06:47.90] Of someone else's desert
[06:49.52] Put it back in its pants
[06:50.79] And quit the hypocritical chants of
[06:52.26] Freedom forever
[06:54.42] 'Cause when one lone phone rang
[06:56.43] In two thousand and one
[06:59.05] At ten after nine
[07:00.10] On nine one one
[07:01.21] Which is the number we all called
[07:02.64] When that lone phone rang right off the wall
[07:04.40] Right off our desk and down the long hall
[07:06.24] Down the long stairs
[07:07.32] In a building so tall
[07:08.47] That the whole world turned
[07:10.11] Just to watch it fall
[07:37.73] And while we're at it
[07:38.92] Remember the first time around?
[07:42.33] The bomb?
[07:45.21] The Ryder truck?
[07:45.94] The parking garage?
[07:47.18] The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
[07:51.00] Remember joking around in our apartment on Avenue D?
[07:53.78] Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
[07:57.88] Following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
[08:00.75] It was a joke
[08:02.44] At the time
[08:05.69] And that was just a few years ago
[08:07.04] So let the record show
[08:08.71] That the FBI was all over that case
[08:11.39] That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
[08:14.85] And scoping that scene
[08:16.32] Religiously
[08:17.32] The CIA
[08:18.94] Or is it KGB?
[08:20.08] Committing countless crimes against humanity
[08:23.04] With this kind of eventuality
[08:24.68] As its excuse
[08:26.34] For abuse after expensive abuse
[08:28.54] And it didn't have a clue
[08:29.79] Look, another window to see through
[08:33.09] Way up here
[08:34.25] On the 104th floor
[08:35.54] Look
[08:36.21] Another key
[08:37.03] Another door
[08:37.86] 10% literal
[08:39.85] 90% metaphor
[08:43.15] 3000 some poems disguised as people
[08:49.00] On an almost too perfect day
[08:52.97] Must be more than pawns
[08:54.30] In some asshole's passion play
[08:57.69] So now it's your job
[08:58.86] And it's my job
[09:00.68] To make it that way
[09:02.67] To make sure they didn't die in vain
[09:05.52] Sshhhhhh...
[09:06.62] Baby, listen
[09:08.27] Hear the train?
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