I was getting ready to be a threat

I was getting set for my accidental suicide

The kind where no one dies

No one looks too surprised, then you

And then you realize you're riding on the para-success

It is heavy-handed metaphor

And a feeling like you've been here before

'Cause you've been here before

And you've been here before

Then a word washed ashore

Then a word washed ashore

Then a word washed ashore

Sovay, Sovay, Sovay

All along the day

I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack

I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees

All those Don Quixotes and their B-17s

And I swear this time

Yeah this time

They'll blow us back to the 70's

And this time

They're playing Ride of the Valkyries

With no semblance of grace or ease

And they're acting on vagaries

With their violent proclivities

And they're playing Ride

They're playing Ride

Playing Ride

Ride, Ride of the Valkyries

Sovay, Sovay, Sovay

All along the day

I was getting ready to threaten to be a threat

Instead of thinking about my plan of attack

Think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees

All those Don Quixotes in their B-17's

And I swear this time

They'll blow us back to the 70's

And this time

They're playin' Ride of the Valkyries

But no semblance of grace or ease

Now they're acting on vagaries

With their violent proclivities

And they're playin' Ride

And they're playin' Ride

They're playin' Ride, and they're playin' Ride

They're playin' Ride, playin Ride

Ride of the Valkyries

Sovay, sovay, sovay, so