Lyrics:

Through The Rain And All The Clutter
under The Fremont Bridge, I Saw A Pigeon Fly
fly In Fear From A Raptor Come To Take Its Life

and As It Closed In For The Capture
i Funneled The Fear Through My Ancient Eye
to See In Flight What I Know Are The Bitter Mechanics Of Life

under My Hat It Reads, 'the Lines Are All Imagined'
a Fact Of Life I Know To Hide From My Little Girls
i Know My Place Amongst The Bugs And All The Animals
and Its From These Ordinary People You Are Longing To Be Free

in My Hotel, On The Tv
a Preacher On A Stage Like A Buzzard Cries
out A Warning Of Phony Sorrow; Hes Trying To Get A Rise

the Cyanide Of An Almond
let Him Look At Your Hands, Get The Angles Right
ace Of Spades, Port Of Morrow, Life Is Death Is Life

i Saw A Photograph Of Cologne In 27
and Then A Postcard After The Bombs In 45
must Have Been A World Of Evil Clowns That Let It Happen
but Now I Recognize, Dear Listeners
that You Were There, And So Was I

under My Hat I Know The Lines Are All Imagined
a Fact Of Life I Must Impress On My Little Girls
i Know My Place Amongst The Creatures In The Pageant
and There Are Flowers In The Garbage
and A Skull Under Your Curls