Bu$Hleaguer

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? It's 'cause 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 cities Blackout weaves its way through the cities 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? 'Cause the haves have not a fucking clue The immenseness of suffering And the odd negotiation, a rarity With onion-skin plausibility of life And a keyboard reaffirmation Blackout weaves its way through the cities Blackout weaves its way through the cities 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 Chains, chains change Chains, chains change Chains, chains change Chains Chains, chains change Chains, chains change Disgusting He's bad, but you guys going with him