(Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies)
(Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies)

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, changed, chains
Changed, chains, changed...