Weapon of Voice

So what was it about the market in town

You really thought that you could bucket in a tuxedo

But then they put you in a bracket and now

You are convinced that you could somehow, somehow make it though

You're really concentrated selling, selling celery salt

You're measuring, measuring minute by minute the cost

The risk that we are meaning for you

But you're missing the point, missing the point

I heard sometimes they call you Patrick

Because you panic when your name's not on the radio

And that regardless of the season

You're drinking champagne without any reason

Come, and lift me in the air, lift me forth and back

I'm a little leaf, I'm swinging, but I will not crack

Come, and jump into the mud, let me see you slide

I'm a little leaf, I'm falling, but I will not hide

Come, and take me in your palm, I don't weigh a pound

But I keep on ringing, ringing when I come around

And I keep on singing, and I keep on singing...

So what was it about the market in town

You really thought that you could bucket in a tuxedo

But then they put you in a bracket and now

You're still convinced that you can somehow, somehow make it though

The sugar atop your cake is exploding

You should have reloaded your guns

The sons of your nuns are claiming explanation of choice

So here's the weapon of voice

Come, and lift me in the air, lift me forth and back

I'm a little leaf, I'm swinging, but I will not crack

Come, and jump into the mud, let me see you slide

I'm a little leaf, I'm falling, but I will not hide

Come, and take me in your palm, I don't weigh a pound

But I keep on ringing, ringing when I come around

And I keep on singing, and I keep on singing...