They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin We got mojitos by the pool We got a talent for distraction
No reaction to the colic and the cruel
They're sinking battleships at midnight We change the channel on a dime When they break to a commercial, dress rehearsal In our catatonic prime
Time is moving on There's no marching band Just some fuzzed out credits Names of strangers And a night cap in your hand
They're digging ditches in Zuccotti We're getting famous by the hour All our pirates are Johnny not Somali Trading bad seeds for flowers
Everybody's got a ticket and a backstage pass Everybody's going somewhere, someday Even the mighty, they won't last
Night I had a dream... you were there Weaving through the burrows Down the highline With daisies in your hair
They're bustin' unions in Toronto
I'm coming down from wishful thinking and the like I'm sober as a judge But the jury's out... Drinking tonight
They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin And praising Jesus in the schools They keepin' science in the basement Speaking tongues and making foolsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
