American Pageant

Lyrics

Call me Abel Baker, I am fodder for the cause I hang banners on the engines as they move off to the war With a drum roll they go creeping in red and blue and silver Smaller from a distance, up close they look much bigger I heard the lonely piper, he was marching up a hill Of TV sets and microwaves, petrol tanks and tills Blowing down the microphones to interrupt the game And point in all directions but from where this trouble came Painting tiger teeth on rusty iron, just trying to keep the scorе Call me Abel Baker, just likе it was before We scared you bastards shitless, we went from house to house Playing drum rolls on the bathtub we threw the baby out I heard voices telling me that I should do my duty Everyday at half past three until my head was splitting Hide away another day down in the deep and winding And anyone who hears this song may gladly come and find me I looked for something beautiful, I looked for something pure I wallowed in the carcasses, the slop and the manure Screaming down the microphones and calling stupid names And point in all directions but from where this trouble came