Soul Drain

Disconnected Unsuspected There was nothing up our sleeve Raised our glasses Took the classes Till we honestly believed Came with flowers Stayed for hours Took it all the way to bed Pat and Vanna Joe Montana All the Star Search rage, we said it was a good game We shrugged and played along We gave our glad endorsement But now it just seems wrong Cry the cold rain Down the soul drain It's that special time of year Find a snowstorm I might get warm 'Cause the weather's worse in here Grab the ice tongs Sing the fight songs 'Cause my finger's off the pulse Tea with Donald Lunch with Ronald I was not myself, I was a good accomplice An ideal go-between I stood up under torture But now I'm coming clean