Bu$hleaguer [Live]

How does he do it? how do they do it? uncanny and immutable
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party
Like sugar, the guests are so refined
A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?

He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer
Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike
Drilling for fear makes the job simple
Born on third, thinks he got a triple

Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way
I remember when you sang that song about today

Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed
A think tank of aloof multiplication
A nicotine wish and a Columbus decanter
Retrenchment and hoggishness

The aristocrat choir sings, "what's the ruckus?"
The haves have not a clue
The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation, a rarity

With onionskin plausibility of life
And a keyboard reaffirmation
Blackout weaves its way through the city
Blackout weaves its way through the city

Blackout weaves its way
I remember when you sang that song about today
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed
I remember when you sang that song about today

Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed
Changed, changed, chains