Lyrics:

(inspired by the WTC disaster)yes,us people are just poemswe're 90% metaphorwith a leanness of meaningapproaching
hyper-distillationand once upon a timewe were moonshinerushing down the throat of a giraffeyes, rushing down the long hallw
aydespite what the p.a. announcement saysyes, rushing down the long halldown the long stairsin a building so tallthat it w
ill always be thereyes, it's part of a pairthere on the bow of noah's arkthe most prestigious couplejust kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue skyon a morning beatificin its indian summer breezeon the day that americafell to its kneesafter
strutting around for a centurywithout saying thank youor pleaseand the shock was subsonicand the smoke was deafeningbetw
een the setup and the punch linecuz we were all on time for work that daywe all boarded that plane for to flyand then while
the fires were ragingwe all climbed up on the window silland then we all held handsand jumped into the skyand every boroug
h looked up when it heard the first blastand then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassedand the exodus uptown by foo
t and motorcarlooked more like war than anything i've seen so farso farso farso fierce and ingeniousa poetic specter so fa
r gonethat every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumblingover 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and onan
d i'll tell you what, while we're at ityou can keep the pentagonkeep the propagandakeep each and every tvthat's been trying
to convince meto participate