Lyrics

All you poems and the Freedom Suite And comment cards cannot delete Broken bikes and cold, bare feet America, surrender But to honest plights Or tennis whites Or parking-space posses That will wrong all rights? Who took my wallet and my sleepless nights? I can never remember In some towns you must respect the water And the shade Part rust and part disturbing daughter Pushes you away Stay away There's dust and leaks and coincidence Tenements in Billings, and in Butte Soon in tents Call the janitor and raise the rents There's camping in December Still Astrud aspires To blight the liars Sometimes a simple voice can douse the hottest fires A nascent tune will make them all retire America, surrender