Bu$hleaguer [Live]

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? 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 city Blackout weaves its way through the city 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?" The haves have not a clue The immenseness of suffering And the odd negotiation, a rarity With onionskin plausibility of life And a keyboard reaffirmation Blackout weaves its way through the city Blackout weaves its way through the city 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 Changed, changed, chains